Thoughts

This day marks the final Monday in 2020. That's something to consider. Oh, and Merry Christmas! I neglected that important greeting. I guess my mind is on vacation

Site Updates

I've added five films and two TV programs to the GRS database. Please, enjoy them!

I've also added a new quote:

Anything human is mentionable.
Anything mentionable is manageable.
Anything mentionable is manageable.
Mr. Rogers in A Beautiful Day In the Neighborhood

Day Trips

Mike and I drove Broken Arrow, a four-wheel-drive trail, in Sedona. It's known for a steep downhill section. Here are some shots from the trail!
Sedona is not only an expensive area, it is also home to an unusual McDonald's restaurant:

Also, we visited the old mining town of Jerome. Its former inhabitants mined copper. Nowadays, wineries and tourism keep the small town afloat. The town is supposed to be haunted. We walked up and down the hills in the town, which was not trivial. The town resides at an elevation of 5,000 feet.

A popular tourist attraction is the former Town Jail. It detached from the wooden house built above it and slid 225 feet down the mountain! It stopped in the middle of a main road, Hull Avenue. Sick of driving around it, the jail was pushed a little further down the hill to where it resides today. Take a look at it and Jerome:
Check back for more day trips!

Site Updates

I finally figured out to how to make multiple years in certain GRS entries look better. Now, continuous years are shown hyphenated instead of separated by commas. Here's a good example.

You'll notice that I also added a symbol to distinguish TV programs and movies from feature films. I don't know why I didn't think of it until now. Oh well!

Site Updates

I've added six films and one TV program to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Life Here

Living in Mike's house is calm, quiet, and comfortable. Thanks, Mike! I've been watching more TV shows and films. Another batch will be uploaded in the near future. Yesterday, I washed the Mazda. It's impressive to me to be able to wash a car outside, in December, using an outside faucet and hose!

Junkyard

When Mike's not working, we do more exciting things. For instance, we visited Desert Valley Auto Parts looking for parts for a friend in New Hampshire. Their junkyard sits on a large lot in Casa Grande. It was exciting. I hadn't been to a junkyard since the mid '90s. The place has mostly American vehicles from the '40s to the mid '70s. They seem to specialize in '50s and '60s parts.

The lot is divided into rows of makes of cars and trucks. Also, they spray-paint a simple code on the bodies so one knows the year and model. After a fruitless search, we were told that the particular car that we wanted was in the other lot. It didn't take too long to locate it there. It had four of the six desired trim pieces. Not a bad find.

We also found some older British vehicles: a '90s Jaguar sedan, Spitfires, a few TRs, a couple Midgets, Morris Minors, and a few Austin 1100s, which were badged as Austin Americas here.

The latter interested me, as I haven't seen one in this country. They are powered by the same A-Series engine in my Midget. I mentioned these cars, and the guy behind the counter said that they are offered wholesale. I believe that means that the cars are sold as-is and won't be "parted out".

While I waited for a price for the trim pieces, I spoke with the counter guy. He said that he had quit his job as a foreman for a landscaping business to work inside at the junkyard. I asked if landscaping continued year round, and he said that it did and digging ditches in greater Phoenix in the summer is terrible. I can't even imagine and told him so!

The part picker was also interesting. After I gently explained that I wanted a different part than he was removing and offered to get tools for him, he was talkative. The yard truck was memorable also. It had been in a significant head-on collision. Being a Toyota pick-up it was still driveable... just funny looking!

Arizona Emissions Testing

The other day, I accompanied Mike when he had the Jeep tested by the state. In Arizona, there's no safety inspection or road test by a mechanic.

Instead, one drives to a special building that only checks the emissions. The building looks like an oil change place with several bays. Vehicle owners line up inside their cars behind the bays.

Once you are at the front, a state employee guides you inside the bay. He looks at the dashboard and tells you to shut off the engine and restart it. Presumably, to ensure that the OBD light is working. Then, the driver is told to sit in a booth while the rest of the test continues. (Due to the unusual situation this year, passengers are allowed to remain inside the vehicle.)

The rest of the test is familiar: a computer is connected to the OBD-II port and reports to Arizona DOT's database. The gas cap is removed and tested also. All said and done, it takes about ten minutes.

Virtual Reality

Since I'm going to be here for quite some time, I purchased an Oculus Rift S Virtual-Reality (VR) headset and controllers. It is the latest version of Mike's rig. The main difference is a lack of external cameras, which must be mounted on the walls. An improvement is that the headset will show a view of the real room when it detects that the user is outside the "play space". Neat feature!

I'm slowly getting used to VR again. It's a different feeling. I can report that Rift S is very clear and bright! We played Arizona Sunshine all the way through. We'll enjoy the additional content next time Mike is off. Then, we'll find other co-operative games. Maybe the old submarine game that we played last time I visited? I like Iron Wolf and could do with a slower-paced game

Coronavirus Means Control

Well, it looks like Mr. Biden will be the next U.S. President. I hope you enjoy being told what to do, as it's already started. Here are his thoughts about holiday get-togethers:

"I know how hard it is to forgo family traditions... But it is so very important. Our country’s in the middle of a dramatic spike in cases. We are now averaging 160,000 new cases a day."

I tire how the media only counts "new" cases. Not only is it probable that these individuals were exposed to the virus long ago, but just because they have the virus, doesn't mean that they'll die.

If only the deaths were reported, the public wouldn't have an irrational fear of a new virus. If the media did what it is supposed to do--report the news with minimal bias--, then one would see that about nine in 100 die from the virus. Here's a link to the CDC web page so you can check my arithmetic:

https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/nvss/vsrr/covid_weekly/index.htm
If one digs deeper, one will notice that the Coronavirus is combined with other common causes of death like the various heart diseases, influenza, and pneumonia. (Listed under the "Comorbidities" Section.)

A Letter that was released on the Johns Hopkins web site (which has been removed!) reports that a Program Director in Applied Economics found supporting data. She writes that the usual causes of death occurring every winter have shifted to "death due to COVID-19". Can two reputable sources be incorrect? Probably not. Here's the link to the archived Johns Hopkins article:

https://web.archive.org/web/20201126163323/https://www.jhunewsletter.com/article/2020/11/a-closer-look-at-u-s-deaths-due-to-covid-19
The logical conclusion is that the Coronavirus, though new, isn't as deadly as the media would like us to believe. Sure, it can produce a nasty death, but it's not so deadly that businesses should be shut down and the public locked-up in their houses.

I feel that the Western governments enjoy the power to keep their subjects under house arrest and ruin businesses. While the Western governments are pushing these heinous restrictions, the production of China has returned to a normal level. That means that China could surpass the United States as the world's largest economy.

Think about it. A world lead by the United States could be replaced by one dominated by the Chinese government. No more criticizing the government. The Chinese government isn't known for treating dissidents well. Here's an example from a couple years ago:

https://edition.cnn.com/2018/07/26/opinions/xinjiang-china-caster-intl/index.html
Wouldn't it be shocking if the Chinese government controlled the world? Don't say that it couldn't happen, because who would have thought our government would designate some businesses as "non-essential" and close them. We've already turned away from capitalism and started down the road of totalitarianism.

Site Updates

I've added five TV programs and five films to the GRS database. Yeah, I've been delving into television since I have some more spare time. Enjoy!

Arrived!

I arrived in greater Phoenix the day before yesterday. The weather is really pleasant here: 60-70s and sunny! My brother is doing well, also.

I took a different route. I avoided northeastern Oklahoma by driving through most of Kansas. I liked Kansas. It's surprisingly hilly along I-70. The residents are friendly, and the drivers were considerate. I look forward to spending more time in the state in the future.

Flying South Soon!

I'll be driving actually; but, I couldn't resist the reference to snow birds. The weather is being very cooperative this year for my packing tasks! Didn't I say that 2020 is a good year

Site Updates

I've added five movies and one TV program to the GRS database.

Also, two quotes are now in the list:

Strip me of everything, including my pride.
But spirit is something that no one destroys
Traffic

"...Nixon wants us to put a woman on the moon.
Preferably a blonde...
Just find a nice-enough looking lady pilot, put her in a space suit,
teach her to walk down the g*ddamn ladder,
and take her picture."
For All Mankind

Another funny image is part of the collection:


Please, enjoy them.

Life Is Good

Today, it snowed. Some people lament snow, but I really enjoyed it. Not only was this snowfall no trouble, it was pretty. Furthermore, I was able to burn the large brush pile near the street. I had been hoping to dispose of it before leaving. I have plans for the area in 2021, and that pile was ugly!

The days of rain had dampened the pile. It took me an hour and a half to get it to burn freely. When it did, it was impressive. Once burning on its own, it was reduced to ashes and a few carbonized chunks within three hours. It takes me many hours to stack these piles, and then they all but disappear in a fraction of the time!

Summary of 2020's Tasks

Looking back on my accomplishments was fun. I've assembled the highlights into a tidy list. Cheers 2020! And thank you, kind visitor, for sharing my joy:

"[Arizona] or Bust"

I will be staying with my brother this winter! I informed the Post Office yesterday, so it's official.

Final Lot Project of 2020

I've been clearing brush, felling dead trees, and cutting low branches. I thought of an idea that would make it more fun. I cleared a trail through the eastern half of my lot to the rocky hillock. It's the highest elevation on the lot.

I came up with an idea to mark this spot. It cost me nothing but time and some propane to run the generator. I already had all the materials and supplies.

What do you think? A colleague says that it is unusual, like me

When I have to redo the signs, which point to spots of interest to me; I'll freehand paint the letters instead of cutting stencils. Though, it is something neat to "find" in the woods!

Vineyard

The vines have stopped growing. Leaves are wilting or changing colors. The stems feel firm so I think they'll be OK. The way these things grow I doubt that the winter will be much of a setback!

Work?

I've looked for work in warmer areas. There's not much out there. I did apply for a job in Huntsville, which is related to NASA. I think the hiring managers are waiting for the election to pass. That means that I'll probably stay with my brother in Arizona. Oh, twist my arm!

Site Updates

I've added six movies and one TV program to the GRS database. There's a new favorite, also. Please, enjoy them.

Lot Work

The grapevines are still growing. Amazing! I removed three dead petunia plants; however, the fourth is still showing white flowers!

I counted the rings of the largest oak stump and found it was 140 years old last year. So, it was an acorn in the Victorian Era. Or about 15 years after the War Between The States concluded.

Since these trees, which line the stone walls, are the oldest ones, they are either remnants of the second-growth hardwood forest that had been harvested. Or my lot was maintained as a pasture until it was allowed to return to woodland. I estimate that the second oldest group of trees on my lot are about 70 years old. Wouldn't it be fun to travel back in time to see for sure? Where's my TARDIS?

Harvard Forest has a page describing land use in central Massachusetts, which is probably similarly timed as Southern New Hampshire:

https://harvardforest.fas.harvard.edu/diorama-series/landscape-history-central-new-england

Why I Stack Brush

149 years ago last week, The Great Peshtigo Fire burned 1.5 million acres and killed more than two thousand people! It wasn't in the Southwest or the Northwest. Nope, it started in Wisconsin and spread into Michigan.

This web site does a good job collecting all the information:

http://www.peshtigofire.info
I've cleared brush, felled dead trees, and cut low, dead branches from about half of my lot. It's a lot of work but makes the forest seem older. You know, because you're not poked in the eyes by twigs or stumbling over brush.

A Perfect Circle

Their "Disillusioned" music video presents a very realistic view of the current world. You may watch the video using the link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIsH686xWl0
It is safe for children. No dialogue or questionable images.

Vineyard

I'm concerned that the grapevines could be sensitive to our Northern winters. I decided to "mound" gravel around the bases of the 'vines. It was an easy task and worked out well:


Furtheremore, the trenches should tend to gather cold air and direct it down the hill. Remember that cold air sinks. The trenches do also collect fallen leaves, which makes raking easier

Site Updates

I've added five movies and one TV program to the GRS database. Please, enjoy them.

Brush

Welcome to October!

I've been removing all low-hanging, dead branches from trees. It makes a significant visual difference. If a wildfire does occur, then it should flash through the areas that I've cleared in this manner. (Recall that I have already removed all dead brush. I did leave some very soft wood that can be seen below. Spores need some space, also.) See the before and after photos: "Only YOU Can Prevent Forest Fires!"
Sure, it's a filthy job cutting dead branches above one's head, but it's an important one! Think about the wildlife that would survive if my small bit of forest didn't burn.

Vineyard

The unusually warm spell did the vineyard good. I tied strings between the stakes and horizontal wires for two more 'vines. "Reach for the sky!" The tallest vine is doing well still. See it here. The rest of the vineyard may be viewed by clicking the thumbnail. Enjoy some leaf color, too:


Also, I tightened the horizontal lines by wrapped their ends into curlicues. That way, it's more difficult for the weight of vines and grapes to pull out the wires from the posts. This update has the added benefit of allowing me to reset the adjusting turnbuckles along the guy wires to mostly open. That leaves me a lot of tightening adjustment for the future.

Rain

We're receiving some much-needed rain. I'm glad that it's raining at night, also.

Flamethrower!

You probably know that I do my own thing. I tend to aim opposite the mainstream. Well, the latest endeavor is sure to cement my status as an outlier.

Here are two daytime videos of my flamethrower: Yeah, I've turned the truck into a flamethrower. The "purple dinosaur" is one tire into the Mad Max world, or maybe American Graffiti? Either way it's cool!

No trees or dead leaves were harmed in the making of these videos. Though a sun hood for the camera lens was partially melted. "Do not attempt this at home."
Rock 'n' Roll!
So, how does it work? A spark plug is threaded into a bung welded eight inches from the end of the tailpipe. (Yes, welding near a spark plug ruins it! Even a non-resistor plug!)

Then, a momentary switch disconnects the distributor and directs the 12-Volt energy to a module near the exhaust-tip spark plug. This solid-state module acts like a coil and fires up the plug after a momentary delay.

Like it? Well, it's not my design. I bought the kit from Hot Licks. You were starting to think that I was clever. Ha, think again!

What you really want to see is what it looks like at night. I reversed the order of the videos. Why? I'm just that kind of guy... a bit mad, perhaps:

"Let Me Be"

I don't know what's wrong with being different. There have always been individuals who think they know a "better way to live" and want to force their ideas on normal people. We used to refer to them as busybodies. No doubt that word is now deemed "hateful".

Lately, it seems that the busybodies--who tend to contribute very little to society--are screaming for a change. Personally, I am happy with the world as it should be. I see no need for a "new normal". Simply put, busybodies need to realize that most of us still see through their BS.

I'm tired of others--usually of less experience and, surprisingly, of less intelligence, trying to tell me that they know better than me. I'm living a very productive life. I'm fairly well-known around town and work to make everyday life better whenever I meet others.

I've been enjoying songs by The Turtles lately. The lyrics of one song struck me as strongly appropriate. Here are the lyrics of "Let Me Be", thanks to www.songlyrics.com

Please don't mistake me or try to make me
The shadow of anybody else
I ain't the him or her you think I am
I'm just trying hard to be myself
Though society's goal is to be part of the whole
That may sound good to you, not to me

Let me be, let me be
To think like I want to
Let me be, let me be
That's all I ask of you
I am what I am and that's all I ever can be

Don't try to plan me or understand me
I can't stand to be understood
I could never give in to or ever live up to
Being like you think I should
I've got some inner need that I'm tryin' to heed
I can't take, hand-me-down destiny

Let me be, let me be
To think like I want to
Let me be, let me be
That's all I ask of you
I am what I am and that's all I ever can be

Don't try to change me or rearrange me
To satisfy the selfishness in you
I'm not a piece of clay to mold to your moves each day
And I'm not a pawn to be told how to move
I'm sorry I ain't the fool you thought would play by your rules
A 'To each is own' philosophy

Let me be, let me be
To think like I want to
Let me be, let me be
That's all I ask of you
I am what I am and that's all I ever can be
(Be)

I said that's all I ever can be
I said that's all I ever can be
I said that's all I ever can be

Vineyard

We've had several frosts. The top of a few of the vines are starting to wilt. (They may need to make up that height in the spring.)

The tallest vine traversed the space between the vertical green stake and the horizontal wire. A tendril made contact with the wire. See it here. (Sorry about the poor focus.) I have since tied the top of the vine to the wire. A second stem should sprout near the top, where I can guide it the other way down the horizontal wire. A photo will be forthcoming.

The rest of the vineyard looks pretty good:

Truck

I'm fine-tuning out the low-end bog. It's a game of trying accelerator pump nozzles only to realize that I have to order another size. I have a collection of nozzles now! Need one? The diameter of the nozzles determines the amount of fuel delivered.

I've also ordered a set of accelerator-pump cams. Changing the cam affects how the accelerator pump "squirts" are delivered over a given time. They do not change the amount of fuel delivered, only how it is squirted in. Neat technology, Holley.

Site Updates

I've added two movies and two TV program to the GRS database. Please, enjoy them.

Vineyard

I added guy wires to pull the posts, thus adding tension into the horizontal wire. It makes for a neat effect:


But what does an individual wire/post assembly look like? Well, I'm glad that you asked:


I used 100-pound steel wire with a green, plastic coating to couple the top of the posts to a fencing stake--on guard!--, which I drove into the ground. The stake is capped with a rubber plug to avoid a horrible death, if someone falls on it. (It would probably be me!)

For the side adjacent the stone wall, I didn't drive any stakes. Yes, I used that usually empty member atop my torso to secure the the guy wires to the stone wall.


It sounds elaborate, but it's not. Simply put, I wrapped the wires around stones heavy enough to not move. See:


The keen-eyed will have noticed something else along the guy wire. I added a stainless steel turnbuckle to allow adjustment of each wire. They sure are attractive units, which I bought from McMaster-Carr. See one here.

In other news, the tallest vine is halfway between the top of its green stake and the horizontal wire. "Reach for the sky! Hopefully, it'll reach the wire soon. I'd like to see it branch out along the wire before the autumn claims its leaves!

Truck

So what was wrong with the truck? That was probably a question that you recognized as un-answered. I repaired five or six air leaks that allowed un-metered air into the engine. Now that they are all sealed, I have tuned the carburetor.

Soon, I'll be able to repair the low-end bog. It'll be wonderful to have the truck running perfectly! I've been checking it in preparation of a state inspection. I found that the aftermarket windshield washer pump and horn had packed up. I had already replaced both. This time, I chose AC/Delco parts from Summit Racing. Maybe they'll last a bit longer? We all can have dreams

Vineyard

The cool nights don't seem to have slowed my vines much:


I took that shot on the 11th. The amount of growth may be difficult to see. Want to see shots of the tallest vine from the 31st and the 11th side-by-side? Of course you do! See the comparison here (2.6 MB). Note that the green stake hasn't changed its height in those eleven days.

Yes, that vine is traversing the distance from the green stake to the horizontal wire!! They are all growing quickly. They're like weeds! Except for the fact that they will produce sour grapes that will make yummy, red wine. That's so much better than just getting in the way or creating rashes for some people!

Soon I'll need to add guy wires to bolster the vertical posts, ensuring that the vines and grapes don't cause the horizontal wires to sag. Today's venture for this task failed. The anchors that I chose work in good soil, not in gravel or in rocky dirt. No problem! I'll purchase fencing stakes and a proper sledgehammer to drive them into the ground. I have a clever way to adjust the tension in the guy wires. Stay tuned!

Greywater Pipes

The replacement job went better than I expected. There's still no leak, which is refreshing... in more than one way!

Truck

I drove the truck to the dump last Friday. It was a bit of a hit. (I could see smiles behind the face coverings of the older folks.) The man who runs the station seemed to really like the truck. He looked inside and asked me a few questions. Neither of us had face coverings or stood apart. We simply exchanged ideas and thoughts. Evolution gave us immune systems, which ensure our personal health. This conversation was as it should be.

The "Purple Dinosaur", as I dub the truck, is running well enough to drive. But I still have a flat spot that makes starting from a standstill difficult. I've narrowed down the problem to the accelerator pump. It shoots cleanly and immediately, but the nozzles don't seem able to provide enough fuel to tide-over the engine until the main jets take over. I'm going to order several nozzles of different sizes from Summit Racing. My feeling is that I'll find the one that works, and my Dinosaur will become a frequent sight around town!

It wasn't easy getting to this point. The battery needed to be replaced, again. (One would think that I didn't meticuluously charge it during the winter!) Though, it was still under warranty. Yes, I walked out with a new battery! I felt like a thief, but a smart one

Unfortunately, all the time that I took to seal the rusty gas tank was a failure. When the new float still showed an empty tank, I looked inside the tank. Happily floating in the fuel were sheets of the sealing epoxy. I snaked them out until I got too high on fumes:

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
Cream
Of course, it wasn't that cool. I just love to exaggerate! It comes from being a wannabe writer. However, I did find that the gauge wasn't wrong. Where did all the fuel go? Does The Purple Dinosaur hold nightly auctions for the gasoline that I pour into the tank?

"Just added today, we have five gallons of stabilized regular. Do I hear a bid of $5?"
I guess that I'll have to get used to fueling the local off-road vehicles, too! Fortunately, the Kubota has no taste for gasoline!

Site Updates

I've added four movies and one TV program to the GRS database. Please, enjoy them.

Thank you for visiting!

Vineyard

The wine-vines continue to grow! Ah, the tenacity of life:


Maybe you wonder what the tallest vine looks like in person? Well, I'm uploading a full-size photo of the current leader here (4.5 MB)!

Small Tasks

I'm rounding up the parts to repair the greywater drain pipes. The local hardware store let me down today, because they don't stock ABS plastic. It's the first time!

I ordered the ABS from McMaster-Carr. Yes, I know they're expensive. However, they prefer American parts and their shipping is awesome! I placed my latest order today, just before noon. It should be waiting in my driveway, tomorrow, before I leave the camper. That's less than 23 hours from placing an order to having the parts! (Admittedly, I rise late these days. Who wouldn't rather stay in bed a few hours longer?!)

So, soon I'll replace the greywater drain piping. I've learned my lesson. If a frost is forecasted overnight, then I'll ensure that the tank is drained.

Today, I changed all the mouse poison stations. Yes, Mickey learns to avoid nesting where I place these stations.

Don't say that I'm terrible. Have you ever been woken by a mouse rustling through your flatware? Have you ever chased a mouse into your bathroom late one night, trapped it in there, only to hear it try to claw its way out overnight? Oh, and the smell of shacking up with a mouse isn't for everyone!

My justification is that I have acres of forest in which mice can live and thrive. I will not allow them to enter my small home or my storage places.

A Break!

John invited me to tour a fairly remote pond a few days ago. Since I haven't been able to order a kayak yet, his daughter very kindly lent me hers. (What a generous young woman!)

I paddled around almost the entire shore of the pond. At 800 acres, that's not a trivial task. This particular body of water is accessed by a narrow portage. Obviously, power boats are excluded.

The day trip was awesome and galvanized my desire to purchase a kayak. I loved the peace and quiet. It reminded me of four-wheeling in the Californian deserts!

Later, I did buy an ATV just because of that feel of liberty. The ATV still lives. I ran it around my lot the other day before washing it and covering it for the winter.

Truck

Work on the truck is on hold. I found that the gas tank float was cracked. That would have been understandable if the float was a couple of decades old.

Nope, I replaced it when the gas gauge sender quit. That was six years and about 500 miles ago. One would think that I never drained the fuel tank, every winter, and didn't add fuel stabilizer every time I added fuel.

I visited Sanel/Napa for a replacement. The guy behind the counter laughed at me. Wow, things are changing. I ordered a replacement float from Summit Racing. Yes, they stock just the float. Hopefully, it'll last a bit of time!

Site Updates

I've added four movies and one TV program to the GRS database.

I added three quotes:

What is deranged in a deranged world?
Mr. Jones

Men came and thought they could replace the natural law.
Mr. Jones

...if you decide that you're willing to fight or die if necessary for what you think is right, then nobody can ever make you do anything you don't want to.
Newman in The Aftermath

Please, enjoy them!

Vineyard

Still, the vines grow!

Also, you may notice that I planted something in the unused corner of the vineyard. Recall the daisy plant that took the place of a petunia, which died in the tree stump? I cut back the daisy and saw fresh growth, so it's alive. I planted it in the vacant area, since daisies love full sun and somewhat poor soil. If you don't see the plant, then take a look here!

Small Tasks

Having become frustrated by the native grasses taking over the 'bed for my wildflowers, I pulled up the weeds. I left plants with active blossoms.

I'll see what happens. The worst case means that I pull the remaining plants. I'm already thinking of ways to re-purpose that prime spot, so no big deal either way. Below is what the weeding produced:

Ever wonder what to do with all your garden hoses that fueled your unsuccessful well-drilling project? Well, thank you for joining me in foolishness, and wonder no more

All you need is an old tree stump that dropped a branch on your house. (I call it Oakie!) Then, you can nail lengths of pressure-treated lumber into it without any concern! See the hose rack here.

There are some tasks that aren't that fun. I've been trying to fix a leaking problem on the camper for a week now. My "winter in" didn't do anything any good. Now the long term problems are popping up.

I'm sure that the brutally low temperatures cracked the ABS piping--remember I wrote that I was OK if the grey water tank cracked? Well, the weak link has cracked. I've ordered a special replacement part so I can replace the piping from the tank and the dump valve.

I also ordered a spare water pump--the only major component that has yet to pack up. Ah, the price of living in an older camper. Still, I would not exchange my life for one of ease. Challenge keeps one alert and ready.

Truck

The replacement of the liner of the MIG welder returned this valuable tool to full capacity. I quickly welded what I needed for the truck.

Of course, as others, who have welded anything, know it's easier to create than to destroy! I support this theory. Welding is fun, if a bit of teenage fun. Given enough voltage and some shielding gas, anything steel accepts the wire.

It's a bit unnerving, because it takes a successful weld "event" to see through the heavy tinting of the helmet visor. Up till then, well, anything can, and does, happen. I'm probably the worst welder out there. OK, maybe not the worst. I haven't set myself on fire too much yet!

I spit and spattered my way through the welding and then spent twice that time grinding. It's easier creating something than making it look good!

I spent a lot of time developing two links that unite the stock gas pedal and the aftermarket Holley carburetor. Together with a pair of custom return springs, the linkage works. Below are a few shots:


It'll take some spatial ability to piece together the custom bits. But, I know you can do it. I will offer, as a hint, that the connection to the carburetor is an off-the-shelf part, which is not shown in my custom parts image.

Why I Hate This Virus

As this event unfolds I learn more about others and myself. I'm learning that many are holding on to life with little margin.

These folks will do anything just to keep their life going. It's an unfortunate state for sure. I had been seeing life becoming better for such individuals and families. They were even making their way out of poverty.

But then fears of this virus took hold. Now, we're all dangerous to one another, or so the media would like us to believe.

This fear is why I hate this virus. I love people. I enjoy hearing what they have to say. I feel that the average individual has something good to share. For those who mean bad, I have a handy gun.

Firearms

The firearm allowed this country to throw off the British overseer. Without so-called "weapons of war" this area would still be loyal to the crown. (Or, more likely, overrun by Indians who attack anyone.)

There would probably be no lands beyond the original colonies. That area was promised to generals who toed the line. And, don't even think about lands beyond the Mississippi. You would be engaging in an act of war with France!

As much as you'd like to think that you live in an empty land that was settled by immigrants, chances are very good that someone was ousted to make way for your way of life.

How were the former residents removed? By firearms. Yes, guns. Now, we may be seeing another power testing our defenses. Will you stick up for what you've built, or will you give in?

The division created in the public is why I hate this virus. Really, I hate those who made this virus into something that it is not. That is why I have guns. Liberty is not enjoyed behind a face covering. Unfortunately, it's defined by those wielding firearms. That is life. Look at history.

Vineyard

I took photos of the vineyard and the frontrunner today, which has grown to the height of my belly button. One may easily compare the heights over a few days, if one re-visits my previous entry:

Masks & Children

Today, the extraverted 7th grader across the street explained that she is part of the group responsible for filming and editing her school's "Breakfast Show". These short videos are shown on a daily basis as a more engaging format than the traditional method: a principal reading the news over the PA.

I'm happy that she's able to participate, since she's going be home-schooled this year. She also told me that the focus is to become accustomed to the face covering. My concern is that the schools are teaching that it's alright to be afraid and to hide behind a mask. Yes, I know the rationale goes beyond that simple explanation; however, children see life simply.

Is it fair to force this artificial barrier on a segment of the population that has yet to be affected by the current virus? What will be the lasting emotional effects on them? For once, maybe the phrase "think of the children" is appropriate?

A Murder of Crows

Ever seen one? I hadn't, but captured one on the trail camera. I collected the images into an animated GIF:

What a Summer!

The weather has been excellent! The insect population has been desirable. There are few mosquitoes and a tick is hard to find. In fact, I've only had one tick crawling on me so far. That's unheard of, since just about every day I found a tick on my person!

Vineyard

The grapevines are growing like mad! Take a look:

Petunias

I discovered that clipping stalks of spent flowers encourages fresh blossoms. See what I mean:

Brush Clean-Up

Whilst waiting for a new liner for the MIG welder--so I can complete the throttle linkage for the purple pick-up--I have been collecting brush.

It is difficult to explain the amount of debris in an unattended forest. So, I've taken photos of cleared woods and natural woods.

Below are two shots of my woods cleared of brush:


And here are two shots of nearby sections cleared, but with brush stacked:


Before I stack brush, I fell dead trees. As you can seen below:


My neighorbors were upset by the amount of wood that I brought out of the forest. I told them that I'm only felling standing dead trees or bucking fallen trunks.

Truck

Now that the liner for the welding gun has arrived, I'll continue working on the truck. I want to get it driving and inspected so I can sell it. Want an old, purple pick-up?

Site Update

I've added nine movies and one TV programs to the GRS database.

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Being American

Listening to Grand Funk Railroad is refreshing. They had a successful remake of "Locomotion", a road-tune "We're An American Band"--my favorite--, "Walk Like A Man", and several other great tunes. All define this unforgettable '70s American band.

Their lyrics talk about partying and having fun while touring our fine nation. "We're coming to your town. We hope you're partying down."

Many Americans are not in the partying mood, especially since the Europeans are closing their borders to us. I think it is a dumb move, but give it time, they'll come around.

Instead of taking a European trip, why not tour our country? Sites are re-opening and we have so many picturesque landscapes that I wouldn't mind if Europe fell off the world. (Peruse my trip index so you can understand that I make that statement with experienced disappointment.)

"America is all about money", right? So, why not speak with your money. Visit our National Parks, stay in our small motels, eat in our roadside diners, and meet fellow Americans. "Come on, dudes!"

Sure, times are uncertain. But the candle of your life is still burning. It doesn't cease to burn for any reason. Do you really want to die hiding in your home, with less-than-you-want-to-show for your life?

Or would you rather say that you drove every mile of what's left of Route 66 in an American pony car, or if you're really bold, in a classic muscle car? (How cool would that be?!)

There is a reason why a lot of foreigners hate us: we act and do what we want. We don't care about the BS supplied by the media. We're too busy building a life or a business. Really, "We're an American band!"

Boston

I toured Boston with a friend today. It was great having a break from working on the truck!

We stopped for lunch at the Bull & Finch Pub. The exterior of this Beacon Hill restaurant/bar was made famous in 1982 when the popular sitcom Cheers first used its exterior.

It was neat walking down the steps into the establishment. Fans were filming walking down the steps with their mobile telephones, which was interesting since 'phones contemporary to Cheers had no cameras and were rather unwieldy!

Inside, I wondered if any of the waitresses could recall any original broadcasts of the show, as they all seemed so young--not that I complained

The food was decent. We each ordered Sam Adams beer on tap, of course.

What really surprised me was that we didn't have to wait at all. We just installed our surgical shields and walked inside.

I've been by the pub before on a number of occasions, since it's so close to the Garden and Common, a natural focal point. The line was always out the door, and usually down Beacon Street, even when it was raining. Not this time!

See, there are good things coming from fears of this virus!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheers_Beacon_Hill

Vineyard

The vines continue to grow quickly. I don't know if they'll reach the six-foot wire this year. We'll see! I've been giving them the best chance by nipping buds and tying the vines to the vertical stakes.

Companions

The hyssop and catnip seedlings that I planted are all doing well! The catnip plants, in particular, are growing amazingly fast!

I'm contemplating transplanting the remaining hyssop and catnip seedlings soon. The others are doing so well in the ground. I just want to make sure that the seedlings are large enough to avoid being targeted by digging rodents.

Neighbors

Since I returned late from Boston today, I was able to spend some time speaking with my working neighbor across the road when I checked my plants.

He asked my opinion about storing generators. We had just experienced an outage when the tropical storm knocked down a tree limb, taking down powerlines.

I warned him that I've found that carbureted engines cannot burn the ethanol-ladened gasoline--even when dosed with fuel stabilizer--if it is older than six months. But, added that our fuel injected engines will always burn the gasoline.

He's also painting his house. It's going to look really good. His wife chose the colors, which are deep, earthy colors: brown and dark red. The colors will allow the house to blend into the forest. It's good to have decent, like-minded neighbors!

Vineyard

I worked in my vineyard today. (That statement never loses impact, at least, to me!) The vines have grown quite a bit since I last posted a photo. Take a look:


In fact about a quarter of them have "found" the green stakes with tendrils. It's damned exciting!

Companions

I planted two hyssop seedlings and an additional catnip seedling between the vineyard and the future shed. Here's a shot of all four:


Once they grow larger,--they looked big in the Jiffy pots!--I'll add mulch around them. Until then, I'll continue to remove any weeds.

The other catnip plant near the garage is doing well, as you can see here. Recall that I planted it in the bed with the small blueberry bush near the garage? No evidence of a cat visit yet. That may be a good thing, since the plant is still fairly small!

What a Summer!

What wonderful weather we have been enjoying! Sure, it's humid but that has been breaking after no more than a week. Really, this year marks one of the best weather patterns that I can remember. Hot, then humid, then cooler and dry, and repeat!

I just returned from a dusk cruise in the car. I used dropping off mail and picking up laundry as an excuse to take a drive. And, wow: Perfect! It does help that my third laundry session (today) was a repeat of the uneventful second one

Stuck Indoors? Why?

I still am unconvinced by the hoopla concerning this latest virus. If more folks got out and experienced life, and were exposed--oh no, I used "that" word!--to life; they'd be able to deal with viruses, pollen, bacteria, etc. Maybe they'd be less obnoxious busybodies, too?!

I'm pretty sure that I've been exposed to this virus on at least one occasion. I visited New Orleans shortly before it was suddenly declared a "hotspot". Before that, I spent quite a bit of time exploring the Mid-Atlantic States, sometimes in close proximity of others. Yes, shameful!

What I'm driving at is the fact that isolating oneself is asking for health problems. Also, breathing through a surgical mask not only stresses the lungs, but may encourage dormant disease like tuberculosis to erupt. Remember TB is always there ready to kill any of us.

You can hide, but life still goes on. Exposure is the only real way to "stay safe". While individuals cower in their houses with dust bunnies, bacteria, and a bunch of viruses, others are getting on with life. They are the ones who will succeed.

Let me state a belief that will become fact eventually. Unless you have been living in a plastic bubble with no interaction with the world since--let's say--summer of 2019, you've most probably already been exposed to this new virus.

Simply put: go outside, enjoy this spectacular summer, and spend time with people. Do not sit inside reading the sensational BS supplied by contriving corporations that love chaos and fear, selling it under the guise of "news". Viruses are nothing new. Let's enjoy life. If enough of us do it, then we can mend this fragmented world!

Vineyard

I spent more time working in my vineyard today After I watered the vines, I nipped buds. I want the vines to focus on building a strong vertical trunk. Remember to consult this diagram from Wine Folly.

Many of the vines are on track to meet the top cordon this year. The stragglers may need to be replaced. Still, they're not doing too badly.

We're supposed to be entering a four day heatwave. After working outside today, I don't see it. But, I'm no meteorologist! I welcome the heat, because my vines need it.

Ground Cover

I've written quite a bit about the ground cover, but haven't uploaded many photos. Well, that's about to change!


You're welcome to think that it looks pretty good. I was surprised, and I see it every day!

Even the area underneath the panels is green and not too ratty:

Got Cat?

Cats are less needy companions that don't cling, unless they "get their claws in"! They also love to track rodents. Usually just the smell of a cat, even a domesticated one, is enough to keep mice away.

That's why I nursed Catnip seeds in Jiffy pots. I read, and am told, that most cats absolutely love catnip. So, I thought why not attract a frequent visitor to my garage and the site of my future shed? Below are a few shots of the frequent visitor:


I planted two plants. One near my future shed and one near the garage. A second pair will join them in the near future. (Yes, I've been raising a number of seedlings.) See one of the catnips here!

Site Updates

I've added six movies and two TV programs to the GRS database.

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Vineyard

Today, I added additonal ties to some of the vines. Yes, they are growing that quickly! I'll monitor them and add and remove ties as required. The tendrils are getting close to snake around the vertical, green stakes. Then, I won't need as many ties! It's very exciting!

Tree Lawn

I trimmed the ground cover between the road and the stone wall today. It's uniform and green. My neighbors across the road like it. They say that it's just like the native grass in their lawn. It sure is resilient, and it's slowly spreading to fill in the open soil that I cleared. Meanwhile, I'll keep the weeds from taking over those sections.

Recall that the entire area was covered by duff last year, which is usually only broken through by saplings. Grasses seem unable to grow through a thick cover of decaying leaves, needles, and other sheddings from trees.

Tree Stump Plants

The petunias are doing well enough. I think they're tiring from continuously blooming. I fertilized them yesterday. Hopefully, that'll help. I think they'll make it to the end of our short growing season. Sadly, it's no more than eight weeks distant.

The daisy plant seems to be doing alright, not great. I wonder if the combination of low light and the slightly rotten tree stump are problems. If the daisy dies, I'll try something different!

Shelly, a prominient woman in town who upsets many, told me that she grew rhubarb in a tree stump. I could try one. Of course, I'd have to go "full English" and make pie! Cheers, mate!

Oh, and I get along very well with Shelly. She's just opinionated and isn't afraid to speak her mind. It's refreshing to speak with an individual who's not the typical frightened person.

Take a Stance

Shelly reminds me why I live the way I do. I care little about what most people think of me. That fact seems to infuriate some, enchant others, and drive still others to try to change me. The trouble is that I won't change. How do they know what's good for me?

I think these lyrics from Sick Puppies' "Riptide" do a good job explaining my thoughts in a way that is appropriate for today:

You all hate your children,
They're too fat to feed,
You're on medication,
Taking pills to sleep.
I think, I'm doing just fine,
Compared to what you've been doing.

I won't get vaccinated,
Insurance costs too much,
You think you're so persuasive,
But I'm not giving up.
Saving my life,
It's not what you're doing.

I, I won't justify the way I live my life,
'Cause I'm the one living it, feeling it, tasting it.
And you're just wasting your time,
Trying to throw me a line, when you're the one drowning,
I like where I'm at on my back floating down in my own riptide.
The water is fine.

I like to step on cracks,
I go against the odds,
You think my world is flat,
Do I turn you on?
Maybe, I'm wrong, but I like where I'm going.

I leave when others stay,
I never redecide,
I don't mind if you wait,
But I don't waste my time.
Crazy is just fine, 'cause I like where I'm going.

I, I won't justify the way I live my life,
'Cause I'm the one living it, feeling it, tasting it,
And you're just wasting your time,
Trying to throw me a line, when you're the one drowning,
I like where I'm at on my back floating down in my own riptide.
The water is fine.

I remember when it used to be easy,
I remember when it wasn't so hard.
I remember when it used to be easy,
I remember when, I remember when.

I, I didn't have to justify the way I live my life,
'Cause I'm the one living it, feeling it, tasting it.
And you're just wasting your time,
Trying to throw me a line, when you're the one drowning,
I like where I'm at on my back floating down in my own riptide.
The water is fine.

I remember when it used to be easy,
I remember when it wasn't so hard.
I remember when it used to be easy,
I remember when, I remember when.

As the government contemplates a second shutdown, driven by a manical media, you should be asking questions:

Wasn't the "curve flattened"?

Isn't "social distancing" and wearing a surgical mask enough?

What has changed? And where are the statistics?

Will only certain businesses be closed? Or will all trade be shut down this time?

Now is the time to demand answers. You may be surprised by their dismissive attitude. You may find their evasion a bit creepy. It may even make you wonder about their agenda.

The government of this nation was founded with the strict ideal that the populace grants the government any, and all, powers. A government that takes power without permission is a tyranny. It is our job to stand up and question.

That assumes that you value your liberty. If you're content hiding in a building waiting for a government "official" to tell you when to go out, then, well, you've already given up.

Personally, I'm sticking to my principles. "I want to die a slave to principles. Not to men." Don't know that quote? How about this one, which is still applicable?

"I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees."

Emiliano Zapata Salazar was born a peasant in Mexico and fought the oppression of a small group of landowners in Mexico. He eventually became a general that led the Mexican Revolution.

It's sobering to think that I'm looking south for inspiration. Has American life become so oppressive? Are we just slaves working our lives away at the command of a few?

Purple Power!

In other news, I re-installed the fuel tank in the Purple Pick-up! That was a real--err, fun--job

I did find that the POR-15 sealant didn't cover all the rust. I also found a great solution for that: put the fuel sender in and ignore it! You see, the filler spout is well sealed, but other parts of the tank didn't get as much attention. Oh well!

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Vineyard

I worked in my vineyard yesterday. I love writing that: worked in my vineyard! I clipped all but one shoot on each vine. I had forgotten that only one will form the vertical trunk. (One tip sheet suggested two individual trunks; however, all other sources and photos show a single trunk.)

I realized that I've been using incorrect terms for the parts of the grapevine. Wine Folly has an excellent diagram of a mature grapevine. I downloaded a copy, and it's available for your reference here. Also, the diagram lists ways to train the vines. I'll be using the Double Cordon Method.

I haven't decided which Pruning Method yet. Spur Pruning is easier and probably presents fruit quicker than Cane Pruning. With the latter Method, each year the canes are both new. It's claimed that this is safer for cold climates, Though, I wonder if my growing season will be long enough for Cane Pruning. I'll have to do some more research.

The Wine Folly diagram shows Vertical Shoot Positioned Training. Notice that the spurs grow upwards. I'll most probably be using Top Wire Cordon Training. The difference is that I'll keep only buds or arms growing towards the ground. That way the grapes will hang and be easier to harvest. Recall that my top wire resides at six feet from the ground. And, I'm no basketball player!

I had to tie most of the shoots to the vertical stake to encourage them to grow vertically. Though, a couple found the stake without problem. I photographed one of each type. Also, I'm including a new shot of the vineyard.

Camper

We're in a stretch of nice weather: sunny, hot, and humid here. OK, "nice" isn't the word that I usually employ! However, now that I have grapevines, I welcome the sun and heat. They need that weather.

I found that the air conditioner in the camper couldn't keep up. Sure, it's hot, but 85-90 degrees is not that hot. I climbed the ladder to look for an obstruction or icing on the coils. Once I poked my head over the top of the roof, it felt like opening an oven! Or, summer in The Valley of the Sun!

It turns out my grand idea to enclose the front end of the A-frame roof against rain was a bad idea. Air cannot flow under the A-frame past the A/C and out the front, or vice versa. You'd think I'd always think about air flow, since I'm a car guy! Easy fix and all is well now.

Truck Repairs

I've been repairing the truck's fuel tank. Recall that it had a lot rust in it? I purchased three POR-15 products. First, I degreased the inside of the tank. Next, I applied the etchant that leaves a zinc phosphate coating. It looked good, not unlike galvanized steel. I'm waiting for the sealant to cure. It takes four days. The sealant is supposed to close any pinholes and seal in any large areas of rust. I believe it, because the used sealant bubbled and made a mess of a small tree trunk after I poured it back into its can! Maybe I'm just easily impressed by bubbles? Where did I leave my wand and soap?

I also replaced the fuel pump, which was working but was full of rust, and replaced or cleaned the fuel lines. On Wednesday, I'll re-install the tank.

The next big project will be to design and fabricate a bell crank to better connect the gas pedal linkage to the Holley carburetor linkage. Currently, I have a "high-tech" bit of sheet aluminum. The state safety inspector wasn't impressed, so I have to fix it.

The final job will be to figure out the carburetor problem. Maybe the secondary barrel is opening too quickly? Maybe it's a cylinder-head problem? I have the time now, so I'll figure it out. Anyways, fixing things is what I do!

Life In the Camper

Now that I've mended the air con., life is really good. I toil in the humidity for a few hours--I used to work five to six hours outside, but I'm catching up with my tasks--and then return to my dry and cooler living quarters.

Living in a travel trailer is not unlike living on a boat. OK, sure there's no ocean; however, the forest does go on and on, like a sea of brown and green. And, yes, the ocean tide doesn't rock the camper; however, the wind does a better job from time to time! The smell is different. I enjoy the smell of the ocean; though, I'm drawn to the fresh odor of the forest.

Inside, I have a small amount of space and must stow everything in compartments. I can hook-up to external utilities. The connection is always temporary. Who knows when I'll fancy a trip? Of course, my vehicle isn't powered by diesel or the wind. Nope, it's Chevy-powered!

Outside Life

I spend much of my waking time out-of-doors. And as such, I see a lot. Rarely a day goes by when I do not see a butterfly. Monarchs are the most common. Those magnificent insects are something to see.

I see so many that I am thrilled to see a blue butterfly. Their blue wings are stunning, and look artificial. My impression is not unlike that of the fireflies who fly around completely lit. The insects seem to have little fear on my lot.

I did step on an Emerald Ash Borer today. The invasive insects are killing my ash trees. I've been felling dead trees, when I find them. Hopefully, I can slow the little bastards. I know that I cannot stop them.

Bumblebees seem to dominate as pollinators. These large, solitary insects are so common. A few live in my stone wall adjacent to the vineyard and would frequently do reconnaissance flights around me during construction.

Chipmunks vastly outnumber squirrels. Personally, I'm happy. Chipmunks are inquistive and, well, kind of cute. Some times they come within a foot or two of me. "Squeak, squeak!"

My blueberry bushes have been producing a lot of fruit! I gave my first dry pint to Donna, who kindly provides my shore power and water. She remarked how plump the berries were.

Since then, I persuaded my friend to visit the homestead. He gave me a walking tour of Boston earlier this month. He seemed to enjoy picking blueberries, which is something that he hadn't done since he was a child. I've enjoyed a couple of dry pints after he picked his pint!

Other Projects

My second batch of soap is a success! I'm running out of liquid, commercial soap and have been transitioning to my hard soap.

It may not smell as good; however, it is almost as "sudsy" and cuts any grease. It has a neutral smell. I try not to smell like a "French whorehouse" with overpowering scents intended to disguise body odor.

My latest laundry experience was much less wet. Yes, I rigged the washing machine in the hatchback in such a way that it didn't fall over! Monkey can learn! I've been regularly eating bananas!

Fix-It Man

That's Mister Fix-it Man to you. James Bond has his famous .380. I have my tool kit. OK, I've been listening to a lot of 007 movie themes lately.

Today was a very good day! I repaired the MS 291 chainsaw. That's the mid-size 'saw in my collection. Then, I brought the Kubota tractor back to 100% operation. Finally, I made my life so much more comfortable by mending the air conditoner in the camper.

I'll elaborate a bit, since I'm on a bit of a high! (No illegal drugs, of course, just the fruit of successful work.) The 291 'saw was down with a spent guide bar and the chain brake was broken. I purchased the bits to make both right again, and it's working well!

A front tire valve stem was leaking something fierce on my Kubota tractor, so I stopped by my friendly, local mechanic. (I don't use those adjectives without meaning.) I gently asked him if he could possibly replace the valve stem on the leaky wheel. (He regularly has a few vehicles in the shop for repair.)

He explained that he could probably do it, but needed to see the wheel. I promptly removed the wheel and dropped it off. Would you know it, his wife rang only a few hours later saying that the job was completed and ready for pick-up. Thank you, Paul!

Then, I found a package with the new thermostat and switch for my camper's A/C unit in the mailbox. (No treasure hunt today!). I installed the new unit, and it works like new! Air con. is awesome!! No more need to sweat and hope for a cool night!

I forgot to note that I seem to have greatly reduced the leak through the camper roof. You may think that's not really a big accomplishment; however, water is persistent and difficult.

Today, we had a decent rainfall. When I returned home, there was no water inside my small home. None at all! Of course, I won't know if I've solved the problem until we have another evening and night of sporadic downpours. Still, I'm lifting a brew in celebration!

A Cure For COVID-19

A friend sent a video of an interview with a doctor-turned-writer. He has cured several patients of today's virus. He states the simple procedure and drug, early in the interview, to cure COVID-19.

I'll let that sink in. Yes, there's a cure that will ensure full recovery. The only snag is that you need to catch it early. You know, when you start to feel bad and test positive for the Coronavirus. Then, you call him--or a similarly enlightened physician--and start one's recovery.

The doctor does a wonderful job explaining my thoughts about this virus. I'd recommend listening to--or watching--his interview with a lady running a North Texas show. It's about time that the fear of this virus is removed, so life can resume. Bravo!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDSDdwN2Xcg

Site Updates

I've added seven movies to the GRS database.

Also, I added a quote from a great Glen Campbell song:

You got to try a little kindness, yes show a little kindness
Just shine your light for everyone to see
And if you try a little kindness then you'll overlook the blindness
Of narrow-minded people on the narrow-minded streets
Glen Campbell

East Oklahoma

Recall that I wrote that I haven't liked how I pay quite a bit of money to drive between Oklahoma City and Missouri? I was upset by tailgaters with Indian license plates. Well, it looks like I'll soon be making my way through Kansas instead:

https://www.npr.org/2020/07/09/889562040/supreme-court-rules-that-about-half-of-oklahoma-is-indian-land

Realistically, I won't be missing anything. Driving through Oklahoma is really the low point of my cross-country trips. Combine flat, feature-less terrain with brown or yellow ground cover, and top it off with oddly strange people and you have much of Oklahoma.

So, it'll be "Kansas or Bust" for me next time I drive to visit my brother in The Grand Canyon State. I've been looking forward to spending time in Dorothy's state, so this Court decision merely nudges me where I wanted to go.

Ground Cover

My dreams of Irish Moss spanning the "tree lawn" have been squashed. Yes, native grasses took over and choked out most of the Moss. Still, they're green. Take a look at one section here.

Yesterday, I purchased a Stihl trimmer to knock them down to a reasonable height. That trimmer is awesome. It starts almost as easily as my Stihl chainsaws. It cut three times what is shown in that photo with only a tank and a half.

In the end, the ground is covered with something green. That's a "win" in my book. I shouldn't be "plant-ist" and accept what I have!

Petunia Down

One petunia plant stopped blooming and something ate its leaves. I think it was weakened by lack of light. So, I replaced it with a daisy plant.

They're supposed to be more tolerant of partial sun. Also, it's claimed that they are perennial here in southern New Hampshire. (Hey, they're not pansies either!) Take a look at the new plant here.

Vineyard

All but one of the "sticks in the ground" are budding.


Some are going to town:


Others will catch up in the long run. Recall the tale of turtle and the hare...

A/C

The air-conditioning unit in the camper started to play up the other day. I dug into it and have found a way to make it work, which has been very useful the past couple of days!

I've a new thermostat sensor & switch on order. The vendor is blaming the Postal Service for delays caused by fears of the virus. Personally, I think they're just overwhelmed by demand, and COVID-19 is a convenient excuse. As long as the new part shows up before the original part quits completely, I'll be content.

Life Is Good!

I continue to live my short life without fear or regret. Others respond very favorably to me, because they can see my smile. Yes, I don't wear a facemask here in "free America". Choice is important.

As the media makes this illness seem worse than it really is, I find more and more people seem to latch onto my bold, free behavior. Why not enjoy today if you could be dead tomorrow?

In reality, my life hasn't changed, and I won't be cowed or shamed to change it. I still blast music in my car with the windows down. Whilst not too loud in the car, the music carries as I drive by.

Since I--like many--have a daily routine, I drive by the same houses almost every day at predictable times. One neighbor recognizes me and now waves when I pass. I guess he enjoys Oldies, and lately James Bond theme songs!

The media keeps saying that this pandemic will make us stronger. Why not show them that you, personally, are stronger by being confident and bold. Let's make them eat their words!

Boston

Yesterday, I toured Boston with a co-worker turned friend. He grew up in the city and provided an informative tour. The weather was perfect after the fog burned off.

I saw things that I had never seen before. That's what I really like about cities that are "walkable": off-the-beaten-path sites can be real gems!

He enjoys architecture and the way one may see how the city grew over time. That's something that I have always enjoyed. I toured London with a similar mindset. In fact, I'll reiterate that Boston is a condensed version of London.

Mask

For the first time since this illness reached our shores, I wore a facemask. You know, it wasn't that bad. It's a mandate in Boston to wear a 'mask when one cannot maintain a safe distance.

I feel it's a reasonable thing to do in a crowded city. Though, Boston wasn't crowded yesterday! Despite that temporary anomaly, inside buildings we donned masks. I was surprised to find the mall at the base of the Prudential Tower mostly empty.

I had visited this normally bustling mall of high-end shops and was accidentally shoved by exuberant shoppers, who'd smile an apology. Not this time: everyone kept apart. It was eerie.

A few pretty women braved the mall without 'masks; however, almost all individuals were masked. Despite the close protection of the facemask, business was slow.

Admittedly, Massachusetts was just now entering the third phase of re-opening. Still, it was something new for me. A prosperous and vibrant city like Boston crippled. It reminded me of the martial law after the Marathon bombs.

Homestead

Back home, life is going well. Most of the grapes vines are showing leaves. The blueberry bushes are producing berries. I continue to build brush piles.

Truck

I've been repairing the purple pick-up truck. I like it; however, it's my hope to get it driving well so I can sell it. It has served its purpose and is now taking up space.

Perhaps if it was reliable and efficient, I would keep it. But it's neither. Though, I hope to perfect the former. There's no reason why it shouldn't alway start and drive well, even if it burns enough fuel to light my house for a decade!

I have replaced the "rag joint" in the steering. That was a challenging two-day job. I'd like to thank PB B'laster and my die grinder

The current project is to replace the four parking brake cables. They probably had to use four cables to allow for all the different configurations. Still, it's a mess to decrypt and order replacements.

I'm looking forward to finishing my repairs. Then, I'll offer the truck for sale. At this point, I want to be rid of it. My "pick-up-car" does almost everything that I want. (I can ask John to move the camper.)

Entertainment

On a more positive note, I really, really enjoyed my shipment of music. (You know, the one I wrote about that only contained black artists, which I recognized as only being greats.)

So this time I ordered collections of Ben E. King, Aretha Franklin, Glen Campbell, and James Brown. Being a backwoods-type, I immediately popped in the Campbell CD.

His song "Wichita Lineman" always entranced me when I heard it on the True Oldies Channel. I loved it. And, I've only grown to experience the allure of country music. Yes, my relevation occurred in the Southwest. I encourage you to try driving across the desert without country-western music. There, it works.

Glen Campbell's lyrics are excellent. I love the story! Imagine working along the lines in the Plains. I, too, could picture a lonely man keeping the phone lines up, and sneaking a peek on the conversations, especially if there was cute girl in town!

Elvis!

Also, I purchased a couple of CDs of Elvis's music. I expected a few hits, but--wow--I was surprised! I knew he is the King but I never knew how great he was.

I've been blasting Elvis, and I am amazed how many great songs he made. I'd remark: "he sang this song, too?"

Treasure Hunts

I've been ordering a number of things. That's cool, right? And, it's still cool in my small town. The thing is that it can be a bit of a challenge.

Letters are delivered in my mailbox. Finding packages that don't fit in the 'box is a treasure hunt. Sometimes I find packages underneath the tractor tarp. Other times, I find packages inside or under the Mercury.

I am explaining my treasure hunts, because it took me days to find a package lodged in a wood pile. He put it there to protect it from the rain. Never a dull moment!

Rain!

Welcome to July!

So, after a long dry spell, the rain came back with a vengeance. Two days of sporadic downpours resulted in about two gallons of water inside the camper. As Donna put it: it's not a boat.

Today, I stripped the roof covering the A-frame, cleaned the camper's flat roof, and corrected drainage problems. I used Gorilla Tape to cover the tear created by "Oakie". Remember him? Hopefully, the tape, and tipping the camper, will reduce the amount of water I collect inside. I'm running out of solutions!

It could be a lot worse. The rear of the camper has always been dry. In fact, only the first two feet of horizontal roof have been leaking. Furthermore, I was able to run the air conditioning to dry the interior!

Small Gesture

I've noticed a white Toyota pick-up driving by on a regular basis. I figured its driver was watching what I was doing on the lot, during my "beautification" projects.

Today, I was checking on the petunias and he slowed to say "nice job". This small gesture means a lot. None of us live in a vacuum; however, many times we forget how much we really do accomplish. Thank you!

Vineyard

Nearly all vines are showing small leaves or buds. What they need is sunshine. Fortunately, the forecast predicts another dry spell starting tomorrow. Let's hope they're correct!

Site Updates

I've added four movies and two TV programs to the database. This addition pushes the total number of entries over 3,000!

Also, I added a quote from one of the additions:

Misery's easy. Happiness, you have to work at.
Ondine
Please, enjoy the additions!

Vineyard

The vineyard is completed!! I really can't believe it. I was so used to the toil. But, I must realize the fact: the vineyard is built!

The final task was to run the Top Cordon wires. This job proved to be easier than I expected. I strung all eight wires in about four hours.

Here's how I did it. Load the LPG-powered generator, power drill, bits, etc. in the tractor bucket; drive over and arrange the tools; set up two ladders; and start drilling. Running the wires wasn't too bad.

I even have an entire coil left over. Are you mimicking my homemade project? If so, I have wire for you

I had enough time to take lunch halfway through the job. I took a photo:


A guy at the local hardware store had a good idea to use electrical ring terminals to terminate the wires. Unfortunately, I was unable to get them to crimp to the music wire. Ugh, spring steel is--well--too "springy".

Instead, I bent the last few inches of the wire such that it couldn't pass through the hole in the post. Yes, it's not elegant. It works.

I'm not a terribly good photographer and both photos that I took of the bent-wire termination were not in focus. How did I mess up the exposures with autofocus?! I won't quit my day... That doesn't work, does it?

So, I cropped a clear, albeith small, detail shot of the termination. See it here. The bright steel line abruptly angles upwards after passing through the brown post.

The beauty of this solution is the ease of adjustment when the weight of the grapes shows up in three or four years. (Of course, it probably won't be that easy. However, I'm an optimist and won't be proven wrong for years. Ha ha!)

Here's what the vineyard looks like today from three sides:


I think it worked out quite well. Sure, the posts aren't perfectly lined up. But, I find it more productive to ignore small deviations in favor of admiring the big picture. (And, as a frequent reader, you understand the hardships with putting anything in the ground in these parts!)

About two-thirds of the vines are showing at least one bud. These buds will grow into canes that I'll train up the relevant green stake to the appropriate wire. Oh, the height of the wires is six feet. So, I can easily walk underneath them!

Seedlings

The seedlings are still being dug up and eaten. In response, I have started new seeds in Jiffy pots in potting mix. I put them out during the day and bring them into the security of the camper for the night. Try to dig them up now, you nocturnal bastard!

My goal is to grow them and "harden them off" before planting them in their relevant areas for the winter. Hopefully, I can accomplish this goal. Our summers are kind of short here!

I've also ordered catnip seeds to grow in the same manner. I have vacancy in the flower bed adjacent to the soft garage. I figure that if I can attract the two black cats, who I've seen on the trail camera, to patrol the garage, there will be less damage.

The inflated plastic bubble securing the MG has not been breached; however, I wouldn't mind driving rodents entirely out of the garage. Mice seem to stay away now, due to the poison that I put out. I still see the chipmunks come and go. They're not too destructive. I'd rather that they hang out elsewhere, though.

Drought

We've been in an official drought for a few days now. Fortunately, now it's raining. "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Pitter-patter." Keep going!!

I'd been coughing when I go indoors. (Coronavirus!) No, it's the dust that is blown into my camper. It's been so dry. We need rain, even if it's only a passing shower. So, thank you, Rain God!

My Musty Mazda

An advantage of this long stretch of dry weather is that my Mazda no longer smells like an used bookshop. That means all the moisture has evaporated. I really didn't mind the smell, as it reminds me of books.

Coincidentally, it's about time for another round of laundry. I think I've got it down now. Do I dare? Hell, yeah!

Vineyard

Yesterday was a big day for me! I finally was able to plant all the posts for the grapevines. It's hard for me to realize that the hot, hard work is over.

Frequent readers know that I'll soon have another difficult challenge that will push me But, let's enjoy the victory now. All 16 posts are in the ground to support the grapes of 24 vines. It's wonderful!

Since last writing, I experienced easy digs and a disastrous one. Again, I was forced to use the backhoe attachment. This time I had to unearth a post that I had easily planted. One step forwards and two backwards!

I'll recount the episode in my own characteristic manner. It's difficult to maintain enthusiasm when one finds a very large stone and then another very large stone after changing the path of the hole. Sigh. Bring back the backhoe! Fortunately, I had it already attached to the tractor. I try to be positive, but am a realist when it comes to digging in New Hampshire.

I had to remove a post that I had just planted. The step back reminded me how difficult life can be here. (It makes us tough and better individuals, or heavy drinkers!) Excavating with the backhoe revealed a very large bit of "home" that I wasn't able to remove from its hole.


Hmm, I enjoy a challenge. But I quickly frustrate when there is no ability to win. So when one cannot remove a problem, one makes the problem part of the solution. (Damn, I sound like an idiot in a cornflower-blue, buttoned-down shirt with a Powerpoint presentation.)

Here's my solution. I call it the plant-two-birds-after-using-a big-piece-of-equipment-that-wouldn't-be-needed-elsewhere. (Yes, I'm working on a shorter name!) The result speaks for itself:


Heck, why not shove the heavy bastard where it is no problem and make it support my posts?

Surprisingly, planting the remaining three posts only gave me only mild problems. You know it's easy when one only has to cut a few thick roots and dig out a few stones!


The townsfolk are still wondering what I'm doing. Maybe I am building a pen to collect zombies? You laugh, but aren't we "at the end of times"? Oh yeah, that's the irrational media trying to destroy peace and calm. Still, I could make a good pen. See what I mean here.

Life is Good

The other day, the humidity broke. I had forgotten how wonderful it was to leave the windows open all the time! Life in a camper is a small step from living out-of-doors, which may be why I don't mind living in it.

Right now, I have the door and windows open with the fan running at low speed. It's such a luxury not worrying about energy. (Thank you, Donna!)

I rise when I wish, which is usually a couple hours after sunrise. You must be thinking: you're a lazy bastard. In my defense, the sun brings back the day around 5:30 AM here. So, if you figure the math: I rise around 8 AM.

That's not too bad considering the strenuous work that I undertake every day. Not to mention the--err--time of relaxation that usually includes food and a movie, and an important ingredient: beer!

My only complaint is something that many wouldn't see as a concern, but I do not leave a normal life... I eat and drink quite a bit and still struggle to maintain enough reserve fat around my middle. I'm not looking for a "beer belly", just a small bit of "chub" to tide me through a day or two.

Of course, I am being selfish. Some of those in my age group are dying of cancer or other disease. Maybe five or six hours of hard work in sunshine and eating a largely vegetarian diet are why I am unaffected? I do think it's mostly down to my genes.

Life is good! I couldn't be happier than I am right now. I am building things. I speak with people regularly, especially the locals, who are all interesting and curious individuals.

"Life really is just a series of moments," as someone dear to me explained. I have taken that statement to heart. I try to experience as many "moments" as possible. This strategy seems to make me stronger. Regardless, life is what we make it. Life can be very good.

History

Statues, memorials, monuments, plaques, etc. were erected to teach us and our children. Removal of these educational tools by citing an "...ism" is ridiculous.

None of us are perfect. None of our ancestors were perfect. We make mistakes, as they did before us; however, we can learn.

That's why a statue of an honorable Confederate general like--my personal favorite--James Longstreet is not a symbol of rascism. No, it's a memorial to a man who fought for what he believed.

What We Believe

He did not believe in slavery. He served in the Southern military because he knew that his State had a right to govern itself. In fact, many in the South believed strongly in State's Rights.

To them, the War wasn't about slavery. That concept was a Northern reason. And, well, the victors write the history books. Firsthand accounts like letters and auto-biographies still exist where one may understand the Southern decision to secede.

Do Something!

It is these human ideas, which are frequently lost to history, that drives others to build a statue. Statues will always be controversial, steeped in politics, religion, and emotion. The fact is that the subjects of these memorials acted. Statues aren't constructed to honor couch potatoes.

It is those who do something with their short time that will be remembered. Most will tend to choose to do good. These are the individuals with colorful houses and well-tended yards who spread joy to those who pass by. Others volunteer their spare time to help their communities.

Order

Though, there is a small fraction of the population who can only destroy. That's because they have yet to find their constructive talents, and it's always easier to destroy than to create.

It is this small number of individuals, who have been misled by the sinister powers that be, that are destroying the peace in our cities. Yes, the death of the man in Minneapolis is a tragedy, and those involved need to be tried in a court of law.

Chaos is not an answer. Many of the today's "faceless" leaders hide behind the Internet. The trouble with the Internet forums like Facebook is that the quotes may be altered to push an agenda. Currently, this message seems to be: cause chaos.

When was the last time that you listened to a live speech? It is very difficult to edit the content and words of such a speech. That is a sharp contrast to the easily modified words on the Internet--including this entry!

Speakers

We're entering a time period that is not unlike the counterculture movement of the 1960s. Though, I appreciate the ideals of peace and free love. I do not subscribe to carelessness and laziness.

A central difference between the '60s and today is that there are so few truly inspirational speakers. Martin Luther King Jr. taught peaceful ways to effect societal changes, which are still felt today. John F. Kennedy pushed technology so that Americans could set foot on the moon. These men inspired productive activities that improved life for each and every one of us.

Side Projects

My soap works fairly well. It is brittle, which makes it difficult to dice into smaller sections. I believe this characteristic was caused by using only one type of oil. I'll start the next batch in a day or two. I have two different types of oil now, so I'll see!

I've already made a second batch of hot sauce. That stuff is great! I put it on everything that I eat. That's mostly raw vegetables, hard cheese, and scambled eggs, but also includes the occasional pizza pie.

Vineyard

Yesterday, I thought again about using the backhoe attachment. It'll dig up just about anything; however, it makes a mess of the ground. I decided to continue with the post-hole digger. At this rate, I'll be like He-Man! Where's my scaredy-cat, green tiger?

The hole for the first post turned out to be a dead end. I couldn't find any direction around the intersecting subterranean stones. So, I was forced to break out the backhoe. And, well, it made a mess; however I was able to extract the stony culprits. See them here.

The challenge arose when I went to plant the post. I had to lodge in large, heavy stones to fill the massive excavation. The post-hole digger creates a neat cylindrical hole, where it's easy to wedge smallish stones against the base of the post and the undisturbed earth.

So, I'll stick with the digger, unless I run into another submerged stonewall! I managed to plant a second post before running out of strength. It's coming along! "And then there were eleven." I've only five posts left to raise!

Day Off!

I took off today. It was wonderful just watering everything twice. I wasn't idle, of course. After I fertilized the blueberry bushes, I scrubbed the inside of the camper. It really needed the attention. (I have the windows open much of the time.)

Other grapevines are starting to bud. That's excellent news; because, it suggests that the roots are--err, taking root.

Whilst speaking with a friend of nearly twenty years, I enjoyed the twilight and early night. The fireflies were out in massive numbers. I could watch them go about their business, unafraid and calm. A lot could be learned from these marvelous insects!

Vineyard

I've finally finished planting all the vines! It's hot work on the gravel, as it does a great job of radiating heat upward! I ran out of stakes, so I'll need to pick up more when they arrive at the hardware store.


Since the incomplete row of posts is located adjacent to the driveway, I'll have no trouble digging the holes with the backhoe. I'll take care of the vines. I simply to sore to dig any more holes by hand. Diesel power is the answer!

The buds on the vines have dried up. Though, I see others forming. I'm hoping to train two buds into canes this year. But I shouldn't get ahead of myself!

After the posts are in the ground, I'll drill holes for the cordon wire. I plan to use the Top Cordon Wire. Two canes are trained up each green stake to the top wire, which is strung between the sets of posts at a height of five and half to six feet from the ground.

This method is supposed to reduce labor. I've so little spare time as it is right now! I'm forecasting even less time in the future.

So when will the vines be producing their full yield? I read that some fruit will show on the second year; however, it should be removed to promote vegetative growth. By the third year, I should see half yield, if one cane is successful, full yield if both canes work out. Year four should see full production.

Vineyard

Yesterday wasn't quite as productive as the previous day, because I encountered many subsurface obstructions. However, I overcame them to plant the final "little Indian" on the row adjacent to the stone wall and one near the Hyssop bed. You can clearly see the completed stone-wall row, but the lone post on the second row blends into the shadows. Can you find it in this photo?

Here's one of the major obstructions. Yes, a granite stone that size, when buried a foot down, is quite a challenge to unearth! I don't mind, because it's much better than hitting "ledge", or a shallow outcrop of bedrock. So, life's good!

Late yesterday, I decided to plant the vines today. I had noticed that they were alreadying budding in the plastic bag. See what I mean here. Despite being in my dark soft garage, they are anxious to get to work!

After digging a hole eighteen-inches deep,--which seemed much easier than the two-foot-deep holes for the posts--I separated one vine from the bundle. Ever wonder what a grapevine looks like? Well, wonder no longer:


I verified that the hole was deep enough for the vine, which required 18 inches. Do you agree?


The next step was the fun one. Dump the red stuff--fancy sawdust?--into the hole. Position the vine and fill with some of my soil. I tamped the soil as I filled in the hole, as with any tree planting situation.


That photo looks like something one would see on a cooking show. Not that I have time to watch them, except when traveling! They do put one to sleep!

The buds should be a couple of inches above the grade of the land. Below you can see the tamped soil just before I cover it with the heat-absorbing gravel.

Please, note that I found it easier to remove all but two buds before placing the vine in the ground. So, I did just that for the other vines!

Yes, I kept only two buds. They will grow into the vines that stretch out along the trellis and will bear the leaves and grapes. Only two are necessary: one for each direction.


I built a berm around the vine to contain water, and immediately I started adding a gallon of water. Since I only have 24 vines, I can give each of them complete attention. (That's why I chose not to use the recommended sleeves to contain water.)


You can see why I'll need to tend to each vine individually below. These vines start out tiny! I purchased the green plastic stake from my local hardware store. About five feet of the stake is exposed to the sun, so you have a scale.


I purchased all available stakes in the shop, and the lady still had to order more for me. She was surprised when I was willing to pay $4 for each one. Hell, why not? Those stakes will be useful for future projects after the vines are on the trellis.

(I read that most vineyards use bamboo stakes. No doubt they are much, much cheaper for large scale operations. Bamboo is a weed, after all! The Chinese probably laughed when they chopped down that stuff and found that Westerners wanted it for their fancy vineyards!)

I managed to plant almost four rows. Since I have three vines per row, that's eleven vines that have found their new home. It's easiest to locate the vines by the dark patches of dirt, which stand out against the brown gravel in this photo:


It's not a bad day's work considering the obstacles! I edited a photo to show just the bases of the vines with the two large stones that I extracted from underground with my own hands. (I couldn't risk damaging other vines by using the backhoe.)

The two stones look insignificant in the right section of the frame; however, when buried they were worthy adversaries! This shot does provide a better presentation of vines. Neat!


I hope to finish planting the vines tomorrow. Of course, it all depends on the granite god. Yes, there is one: he lives underground, waiting to laugh when our puny tools break against his fingers!

That's really no exaggeration. Today, I had to tighten the nuts on my post-hole digger. I've grown stronger, but am no Thor! Beware the god of granite!

Seedlings

The Irish Moss groundcover seems successful in the third that I previously reported. The rest is, kind of, a no man's land. Funny thing is that nothing is really growing there. A few sprouts of grass dare to try. (Ah, the tenacity of life!) Most of the section is bare.

The companion seedlings may be losing the war. Hyssop seedlings are struggling to grow. This drought is becoming a problem. The Scotch Heather may be finally making an appearance. I can't tell for sure. (Though, all the blueberry bushes are doing very well!)

One site where I planted the Acaena was robbed! Hmm, the Jiffy-Pot-planting-indoors scheme really looks good now. Take a look at the hole dug by the vandal here.

On the upside, the Japanese Maple is looking really good. It's such a beauty to behold. The leaves are a rainbow of color. Red, green, violet, yellow all beam from this small tree. Photos can't do it justice. But, here's the best that I can do. If you're close, why not swing by to see it for yourself?

Life

Many seem to think that life is going to pieces. I beg to differ. I've never felt more alive than right now! I shop at the local shops and am getting to know the shopkeepers.

For instance, the owner of the local grocery store, Laundromat, and sushi bar knows me by name, as I know him. He moved here from the Philippines. Today, we enjoyed a conversation about the liberation of his nation from the Japanese during the War.

Otherwise, I am making my homestead a better place. It's strenuous, but rewarding work. I'm outside five or six hours every day. Sunshine is excellent, at least for me!

Skin cancer is not a concern, as I eat well and am in peak condition. Actually, I continue to eat the raw vegetables and cheese that I usually enjoy. But now, I find that I must eat more protein to maintain my weight.

That's why I don't worry about enjoying a--err--generous amount of booze. Beer is a favorite, because it is a calorie builder. Yes, I wrote that! With the high activity that I undertake on a daily basis, I need the energy!

Otherwise, life is nearly perfect for me. I rise when I wish, work the land, regularly video-chat with my brother, and drink whatever I wish. What more could I realistically request?

Vineyard

"And then there were seven." The posts in brown don't look too unlike the "little Indians" figurines from the Agatha Christie novel!

Have you been wondering how I'll keep debris and water out of the posts? Well, wonder no longer. See here. Details are important

Site Update

I've added ten movies to the database. Please, enjoy them!

Laundry

Instead of using the local Laundromat, I found a way to run my compact washing machine using Donna's water and septic systems. It worked rather well. I did have to raise the machine high enough to ensure proper drainage. See what I mean by clicking this link!

Yes, I'm bringing the "backwoods" to Donna's peaceful lot! It worked quite well until the machine toppled over and started filling the car with water! Now, I have a clean car

After I bailed out the footwells and soaked up the standing water, I've been leaving the windows open. The water is all gone, leaving behind that musty smell. That, too, will disappear!

Homestead

Work is progressing on the homestead. The ground cover was sort of successful. I'd say about a third of the area took root. I think I was unable to keep the other part damp enough.

I did water three or four times a day! Each watering session took forty-five minutes, so it wasn't a half-hearted endeavor. Next year, I'll try another type of cover. (A lady who was driving by said that she would drop off some spare ground cover from her garden.)

The seeds for the perennial blue flowers around the mailboxes have sprouted and are slowly growing. Hopefully, they'll reach a sufficient size to overwinter!

The other seedlings haven't made an appearance, or are disappearing. Wildlife could be eating the seedlings? Whatever. I'll start any lacking seedlings in potting soil inside next winter!

The "magic carpet" creeping thyme is blooming. I haven't found a way to clearly photograph the tiny blossoms. They are small! One curiosity that I noticed is that they are purple and not red. Oh, OK!

Vineyard

Since I've last written, I have pushed the stones along the perimeter away from the vineyard. See what I mean here.

Next step was to spread gravel over the existing top soil. This stone has two advantages. It absorbs heat and radiates the heat up to the vines when the sun is going down. The second reason is that "wine vines" need to struggle to find good soil. Evidently, it brings out the characteristics of the grape.

I spread the gravel to a depth of about a foot. It worked out fairly well. Take a look. I used the ubiquitous bits of stone on my lot to finish the vineyard:


I intentionally curved the wall out to include a tree stump. I figured that was a good way to reduce it as an eye sore. Maybe you didn't notice it? If so, my plan worked!

The next step was to degrease, prime, and paint the posts. Yes, I bought steel tubes instead of buying wooden posts. That's because steel rocks! Though, they are rather heavy, which is why I have a tractor!

After painting, today I was able to raise three posts. I plant them two feet in the ground, leaving six feet above for the cordons. Digging is hard work in full sun; however, it helps me burn off anything that I eat! Here's a shot!

Raising the middle post was especially difficult. Cut a thick root, extract a stone from the hole, then repeat. It could have been worse: a third time may have upset me!

I do have quite a good farmer's tan and can grab and throw stones without any strain. Maybe I should try out for that Scottish pole throwing competition? Then again, I doubt they have a lightweight class for me

The townsfolk slow down to look. They must wonder what I'm up to now. Passing by on the street must present quite the quandary. Is it a stockade? (Oh, and his bathouse is crooked.) See what I mean?

More updates will be forthcoming. Please, stay tuned!

Coincidence?

I firmly adhere to the belief that all decent individuals deserve a fair chance. However, you may think that I've joined the ignorant "black lives matters" movement when I write that I finally splurged and purchased a few albums that I really wanted!

I don't read the news frequently: maybe twice a week. (What can really happen more often than that frequently?) So, I'm not "up" on the latest riot news. I trust the townsfolk, and have means to address any problems.

My coincidence springs from reviewing my order that was just shipped from cdUniverse. Chuck Berry, Stevie Wonder, and Little Richard albums entirely comprised my order.

You've probably already realized the coincidence. The trouble is that I'm rather simple, and honestly didn't intend to purchase albums only by three great blacks. I merely intended to order albums of three great musicians!

I've been rather overdosing on the True Oldies Channel and a local Oldies channel broadcasting, with low power, on 87.9 FM. I love them. Oldies bring me back to a world that I used to, sort of, know. And, it's a great, happy adventure that I can only smile whilst enjoying! (Now you understand the simpleton a bit more )

Many of the musicians performing in those decades are black. Surely, Motown won't disappear down the Memory Hole? For if it does, then I will, also, chuck myself down the hole, to be incinerated!

History is captured by our music. It really doesn't matter from where it comes. What is important is how it makes the audience feel. And, yes, I've fallen in love with the Oldies. I embrace the upbeat tunes and lyrics. (Many say that I am an "old soul". Perhaps that explains it?)

So, is it entirely coincedental that I've ordered an all-black collection of albums from cdUniverse? (They really are a great source for music and films!) No, I simply love the music that these individuals performed. Yes, their talent may have been born out of slavery. I like to believe that it comes from their hearts, which is focused on good ideas!

Why?

I've held off for a while to express my thoughts about the incremental turn that our nation has made. I feel that now is the time for me to speak--err, write--my piece.

When bits of land were first carved out of the wilderness by settlers from Europe, there was no safety. In fact, it was very likely that all would be killed by Indians or wild animals. Why would one leave the Old World, where the wilds had been conquered?

Liberty is the reason why our ancestors risked everything. They wished to build a better life for themselves with their own hands, which they could bequest to their children.

They wished to worship how they pleased. They felt that the government had no right to obstruct their worship. I wonder why the governments closed churches. Yes, I know the media-fueled reasons. But, step back and realize that in times of need is when the churches shine. Closing them is a decidedly evil action to take.

Furthermore, the church has long been understood as separated from the state. So, how can the state shutter churches, and keep them closed for so long? Why isn't the media challenging this injustice?

If we were living in a pre-Revolutionary New England, individuals would have already been tarred and feather by now. I've been driving around and see no feathery messes tied to trees.

Now, I'm not saying we should tar-and-feather. (Though, it can be a good deterent!) I'm simply questioning the health of the New England spirit. Hell, I returned here because I felt I would be surrounded by free-thinkers.

Instead, I see "maskers" pushing down their surgerical appliances to breathe easier. I think we need a "Mask Party"! You know the sort: one where we dress up as the current enemy and dump masks in Boston Harbor.

Oh wait, that would be polluting. "I can't have that! I eat tofu." You see, the problem with today's middle class is that we're divided. I feel that it's orchestrated, because an united American Middle Class would be one of the most powerful forces on earth.

Think about it: you could stand alongside your counterpart from the most socially-distant section of these states without problems or conflict. Wouldn't that be wonderful? A simple, clear interaction like children enjoy. No prejudice to contaminate thoughts.

Site Update!

Finally, I've finished the latest trip page!! That was a lot of work! You may find a link to it at the top of the trips page. Please, let me know if you find any errors by sending a message to bill@this_domain_name. Thank you!

Soap

With all the rioting and protesting, I figured I'd make some soap. What: you are "Jack's complete lack of surprise"?

Yes, I use lye, water, and oils in a precise ratio to create the cleaner of suds. It's really not difficult. The fun part is the chemical reaction between lye and water is exothermic, which makes up for the rank odor. Don't forget the first rule of...

Hot Sauce

Also, I made my own hot sauce again. I needed to add more peppers; however, it's so much cheaper than the commercial sauces. I consume so much hot sauce that this simple task will save significant money.

Latest Project

Did you ever figure out the companion plant for Hyssop? Well, it's grapes. I've been clearing the area in front of the Hyssop bed for vines.

You're thinking that I'll have a lot of grapes to make jam, pies, raisins, etc. I don't eat much of that stuff, so I'm planting wine grapes instead! I do partake of wine in, umm: significant quantities

I received the dormant vines today. I chose the Gamay variety because it likes acidic soils and originated near Burgundy, France. This combination should allow the plants to thrive in my New Hampshire soil.

I chose a spot that sees about nine hours of sunshine. (That's why I removed three trees that affected the Lady Slipper.) The next step was to clear the debris and move stones on the surface:


This action left behind the tree stumps and partially-buried stones. John pushed a few out of the ground. I dug out the remaining ones with the backhoe.


Then, I turned over the top foot or so of soil. I was unable to remove one enormous stone. I exposed about a diameter of two feet of the top. Like an iceberg, buried granite is always much larger than it appears. I'll mark the spot and ensure that I don't plant a vine near it. I leveled out the surface and will add more material soon:


I removed some sizeable pieces of granite and stumps. You may see examples of both here.

The next steps are to arrange delivery of the extra material and build the trellis. I have metal posts on order; however, they are delayed because I'm not "an essential business".

Haven't I already written that all trade is essential? I guess spending nearly $700 is a small order, also? I will look for another vendor for future metal orders. On the other hand, one of my favorite hardware suppliers, McMaster-Carr, is unaffected and shipped my order with their usual expediency.

Site updates

I've added ten movies and one TV program to the database. This batch includes a new favorite! Please, enjoy them!

Summer!

Welcome to summer! OK, yes it doesn't feel like it today; however, that'll change!

Seeds

I planted companion seeds for the blueberry bushes. Hopefully, they'll sprout into heather seedlings in another week or two. You can see one of the five that I planted here.

The Japanese Maple got two sites where I planted Acaena seeds. These will take another seven or eight weeks to germinate, if they do at all! You see, I didn't follow the instructions on the packet. I have more seeds so I can try again next year.

Last year, I prepared a bed for another type of seeds. They're sprouting, too! Can you guess what pairs with Hyssop? The keen-eyed may notice unsual items in this bed. Since I have so much flatware going spare, I used forks to denote the seeds. Acaena seeds got spoons, and the Heather are ready to defend themselves with knives!

Ground Cover

Part of the area that I cleared to improve the performance of the solar panels has been prepared and planted with a ground cover. Being a bit strange--but mostly because I dislike mowing--I planted Irish Moss. This plant is supposed to grow to a few inches high, is safe to walk upon, and blooms in white.

I'll have to re-seed some next year when I remove competing grass and weeds. Hell, it keeps me off the street! I wish everyone else was so busy. See what I mean here!

Seriously now--I had to have the leaking valve stems replaced on two of the four wheels on the camper. I had them all changed to avoid dealing with a flat in the future.

Beautification

I've decided to focus on making the lot look better this year, leaving the septic system design and installation for next year. I just wasn't "feeling it".

Neighbors and townsfolk have been complementing my tree-stump Petunias. Mostly women, but also a few men. They are prospering. Once the Moss sprouts and grows, it'll be complete. Take a look at what you'd see if you drove by here.

Don't change the channel: I'll document more work soon!

A Rarity

Life for me is usually a mixture of back-breaking, dirty work, pizza, and booze. But I discovered two plants the other day. These delicate plants are pretty.

John identified them as Lady Slippers. These plants are fairly rare, also. He says that the soil, light, and other conditions must be precisely correct. He went on to say that he's only seen a few in all his years living in the New England woods.
The left photo shows just one plant. The other shows both. Notice that the stem of the foreground plant is bent. That is not the result of injury. No, I felled three nearby trees and the plant responded by moving out of the increased light.

Site Updates Soon!

I've a batch of movies to add. I'll undertake that task soon!

Springs

I experienced an unusual thing this year. I saw two areas spring back to life! Of course, the Valley of the Sun is already in summer; however, New Hampshire is just warming up!

All my blueberry bushes, the Japanese Maple, wildflowers, and "Magic Carpet" survived the winter. I'm going to be planting more seeds next week. I'll report back!

Tree Stump Planter

I completed my final tree-stump planter. That was a big job even for my big, brand-new, 24-inch-bar Stihl! Take a look here. Today, I planted a petunia in the dish. It looks fairly good, as you can see here. Here is another one of my tree stump planters.

Back!

I'm back home! The drive went quickly because the police weren't bothering to enforce the speed limits in states like New York. I'm not exaggerating. I passed a stationary state trooper at 80 mph on the Thruway, which has a speed limit of 65 mph. I was the only vehicle around, and he did nothing. No siren, no lights, nothing. I did slow down to show him respect.

Crossroads

We're approaching a fork in the road. We have a choice, and it'll affect future generations. Take the wide, straight road to statism where the illusion of safety can override everything. Or, continue along the road of capitalism with its sheer drop-offs and twists.

Personally, I vote to continue with capitalism. It's not perfect or easy; however, the trials may be rewarded with success and financial security.
The juice is worth the squeeze.

1984?

I've heard reports of individuals killing others over something as silly as wearing a face mask. What is next? Two Minutes Hate? Damn it, people wake up and realize that something's going to kill you. A better way to address your fear is to enjoy every day like it's your final one!

Homestead

I had some clean-up work to do on the lot. It felt good working outside for hours! Currently, I'm trimming a tree stump so it's less of an eye sore. Hard work!

I've trimmed one half of it and am working on the other half. This stump was left behind by the electric company's tree contractor. They didn't finish the job, which is annoying. I have uploaded a photo of my progress. Click here to see!

I'm looking forward to Memorial Day so I can plant some seeds! I have several types to plant. I'll post photos as I accomplish the tasks. That way you'll understand what and why I'm planting.

Site Updates Soon

I started work on the trip page. I have more than a thousand photos from the trip, so it'll take some time! Also, I'm accumulating movie & TV ratings. Stay tuned!

Tax Returns Completed?

For many, the 'virus is occupying all their time. Meanwhile, whilst you worry about being anywhere near anything, or anybody, your "income" tax forms would have been due. As you know, federal tax returns have been postponed till the 15th of July.

Just take a moment to think about this wild occurrence: The taxman is delaying his payment for three months. Yes, they're definitely making this event important!

TB Kills More!

Tuberculosis resides in a quarter of the world population. You should think about that fact when you put on your face mask, gloves, scuba gear Furthermore, "[i]n 2018, there were more than 10 million cases of active TB which resulted in 1.5 million deaths." (source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuberculosis)

Um, so, what's the big deal with the coronavirus? "Oh, it's so contagious and spreads." Well, duh: that's what viruses do! They have no other purpose. They're nature's biological weapon! I'm just so sick of the BS and the restriction of my liberty.

The Weak Survives At the Expense of the Strong?

Where is written that I must curtail my short existance to protect individuals who will probably die of something less exotic than COVID-19? What happened to individual choice?

The general public's irrational fear of this disease, which is fueled by a sensational media, is no reason to curtail the choices of the healthy. Yes, you could encounter the virus anywhere. That fact doesn't mean you'll succomb to its effects. Also, there's a good chance that you've already been exposed and have completely recovered!

A Tool

This event could be the ultimate tool to further divide the population. Think about it: rascism, sexism, religious division, and ancestry are useful for segregating individuals. But what if one could find a way to prevent personal interaction regardless of any of the previously-mentioned characteristics?

Enter a "killer" virus. Anybody--no everybody--could be a carrier!! The hell with all the other -isms: one who wields the power of that virus could reduce the human population to an uneasy conglomeration of lambs.

So, who is the tool? I used to think that it would take quite a bit to control the Western world. Now, I know that it only takes a bit of exaggerated fear.

All Trade/Business Is "Essential"

The governments have to stop abusing their power under the pretense of protection of the public. They must allow business and trade to return to normal, or as normal as the fear-ridden public will allow.

Don't forget about a large class that exists in the West: the working lower class. These individuals struggled when the job market was thriving, but maintained a hope to escape their destitution. Now, with the shutdown of "non-essential" business, many have abandoned their hope of a better life and focus on survival, because their employment has disappeared.

You may think that I'm wrong because these individuals will receive a bail-out check. That check would be really helpful for these folks. But many of these individuals would have had to file a tax return to qualify for the benefit.

There are many individuals who work jobs "under the table" because they can't find another job. Since these individuals don't exist to the IRS, they will not receive a bail-out check.

A Long-Term Solution: Infrared

To help prevent future panicked reactions by the governments, I recommend additional checks at border crossings. It wouldn't be difficult to equip airports with near-infrared (NIR) cameras that could be monitored by guards in "real time" like CC-TVs.

Using these NIR cameras, it would be really easy to pick out those individuals with fevers and quietly remove them from the crowd for extra screening.

These sensors exist, and have for quite some time:

Infiniti Optics

Direct Industry

We just need to look more closely at the individuals who enter our nations. The way they emit heat into the background can never be seen as an invasion of privacy. The information is readily available just by "looking".

A Benefit of This Mess

It's not all gloom and doom, though. I don't miss feeling the breath of a drooling moron on my neck when standing in line. Maybe this newfound respect for the so-called personal space will remain after this event has passed?

Life For Me

I have a great life right now. I live in my brother's comfortable home in the West Valley of Phoenix. I usually wake to fighter jet engines flying over the house. I feel like I'm in Top Gun, except I'm not cool and am on the ground!

I really enjoy hearing the jet engines. I walk around the neighborhood just about every day, and the training sorties are almost always flying overhead. I'm getting to the point that I might claim to be able to distinguish between the engines of a F-16 and a F-35. (The nearby Luke Air Force Base trains F-16 pilots and is transitioning to training F-35 pilots.)

A Hopeful Return

I'm planning to head back home later this month. My home area should be past "peak" by then. I should be able to use the Interstates without too much hassle. I wouldn't mind staying out here; however, I need to get on with my life... just like everybody else!

We're Doomed!

That's an April Fools' Joke! However, if the sensationalism produced by the media is to be believed: we're doomed! Personally, I feel that this virus will settle into the same status of the four influenza virus strains. That is a seasonal annoyance that can be fatal. Mark my words.

It's true that this outbreak has caused the death of many. However, don't forget the lives that it has saved. No, I haven't gone bonkers! Cities shutting down has reduced the number of fatal auto wrecks. Remember that there's always a silver lining.

Life Goes On

Life needs to go on. Cowering in the "safety" of one's home is not the solution. First of all, do you realize that you could be sheltering with other infectious diseases? Yes, the flu and the common cold continue to persist and evolve whilst you close off communication with the world.

These critters probably love that you are staying home, shut off from the rest of the world. Yes, I understand that most of us aren't allowed by the government to venture outside without an essential reason.

That doesn't mean that we can't allow in fresh air. Or are you afraid of the outside air now? The chances of any virus finding its way through an open window and on to your person are more astronomical than winning the lottery. (I would say there's a better chance to be hit by a bus, but well...)

Don't Sneeze On a Saguaro!

Now that the Arizonan government has mandated self-isolation, I'm sticking with my brother for at least another month. (I'm falling in love with the west valley of The Valley of Sun!) Fortunately, the government isn't restricting outside exercise.

I'll be sure to cover my mouth when I sneeze, from pollen, whilst around cacti. Saguaro cacti here are hundreds of years old! Surely, some of them are prone to this virus like our older folks?

Enjoy the Outdoors

This mandatory isolation will encourage us to enjoy the outdoors. I don't just mean opening the windows for fifteen minutes a day! Get out there and see the natural world!

Mike and I took out the Beast to take the back way to Crown King. This Arizonan mountain town is easily accessed via a well-groomed, two-lane dirt road. Of course, we didn't use it

Instead, we took the long way. The erosion of that off-road road was serious. I've never experienced such a difficult trail. At times, we wondered if we had lost track of its alignment! Nature's courses, many times, looked more passable!

We did get stuck once. Fortunately, a group traveling the opposite way turned around to see how we made out at the sticking point. This trail comradery always impresses me.

We got stuck driving out of a creek bed. Our Jeep's tires dried out, but the erosion of the trail was extreme. The weather (rain) had exposed a piece of "ledge"--a term that I have learned to call bedrock, or any large stone firmly embedded in the ground.

The front, passenger tire is sitting on a part of it in this photo. Yes, yours truly is also sticking out the passenger's window! (One of the guys offered to snap a couple of shots. What a kind man!)

"Make Yourself"

But if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?
Incubus
Understand, be cautious, and enjoy life. Meanwhile, today is the time to enjoy, not only the outdoors, but those hobbies and interests that have always required more time than you had available. You have the time now!

Such hobbies will take your mind off the hype whilst providing you with another talent. You may ask what you can do right now. Below are a few examples:

Study a foreign language--want to experience France like a native?

Or, do you still have a musical instrument? Why not try it again? It's not like anyone will hear you messing up in your sealed home!

Maybe you always wanted to better understand the Internet? Learn HTML, Javascript, or C. There are a fantastic number of free tutorials online! All three languages are completely in the public domain, hence free-of-charge!

Such studies will not only improve you and bring you confidence, but distract you from reading the disappointing--and frequently exaggerated--news reports. Why not improve yourself and emerge from this outbreak a more intriguing individual? "Why not try and make yourself?"

Road Trip

I saw many awesome sites heading to my current location! I met a number of people, also. (A few still keep in touch despite "the skies falling"!) Aren't these the two reasons why we take road trips?

Unfortunately, my road trip has probably ended, as I watch what happens with the latest viral outbreak. (It does make one think twice about using "viral" when describing a particularly clever video or photograph that becomes popular!)

I'm staying with my brother in greater Phoenix, who has kindly offered me shelter until this infection blows over. I am optimistic that it won't be a problem as long as some forecast. Still, it's absolutely wonderful staying with him!

Microscopic Battles and Living

We fight viruses, bacteria, foreign particles, dander, etc. all the time. We don't only do it from a locked-down position in a house. I'm not saying that the restricted freedom of movement is a bad thing. Not at all, I recognize it as a good decision and respect it.

I am concerned about healthy individuals hiding away for too long. Events like this one bring out the best in folks. Why not get out and be a part, if you can do so without a government fine?

Remember that viruses are not living. They're merely instructions of what a cell could be, but with correct defense: they need not be. Hijack is their plan of attack. Yes, it's a smaller hijack than with which we are used to dealing. Still it's highway robbing none-the-less!

Honestly, these viruses really are fascinating things. Understand them and fear them less. Their weaknesses are obvious, as long one does not succomb to fear.

"Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear Itself"

Mr. Franklin Roosevelt used the above quote when he was welcomed into the White House in 1933. Those were truly frightening times. The world economy had been in a depression for more than three years. That's true misery.

Tuberculosis (TB), a resistant bacteria spread by spittle through the air, was killing many people in 1933. Furthermore, the hidden infection rate is still 25% around the world today! Yes, on average, one in four individuals are hidden carriers of TB. This modern statistic shocks me, and has for the years that I've been watching it. So when the media claims that the current viral breakout is out-of-control, and we should all be panicked; I'm skeptical.

The trouble is that the Western world isn't used to true, infectious disease... well, not for nearly ninety years. Ironically, Influenza and the "common" cold are acceptable despite being far more prevalent, than the current outbreak, every winter. That's when it was socially acceptable to have a fever, aches, and sneeze in public during the winter.

How is this current outbreak different? Yes, a larger percentage of those infected die. That's probably more an effect of the lack of individuals within the population with some sort of immunity.

It's the natural way for disease to infect a population. Many contract it, most recover and develop an immunity; thus protecting the future individuals of the population. The weak do expire, but the population of individuals survives in a stronger form.

Recall smallpox and its decimation of the Eastern Native American tribes? Well, I'd wager that Indian tribes gradually developed an immunity to the 'pox. Smallpox didn't go away as the European population spread across the States. No, the native population developed resistance.

Individual Strength

This outbreak will be overcome by the strength of individuals in the population, not by isolation and the shunning of infected individuals. One must realize that eventually you will be exposed to this virus. The prognosis is very good with only 3-4% succombing to it. (That's better than most cancers, which you accept as a normal aspect of life.)

Isolation will temporarily slow the spread of the virus; however, it cannot stop it. And it's the thing that most Westerners fear the most that will allow our best weapons to come to bear. Yes, infection will allow the world's best medical laboratory to begin work. The power of our immune systems makes the best lab look like a child's chemistry set--not that we allow our children these learning tools anymore!

The immune systems of the strongest individuals always find the cure before science. Science shines because it allows the cure to be made more potent--irony, love it!--and distributed at a fantastic speed. (For instance, the seasonal flu vaccine is developed in early winter in Asia and distributed in the West. This "miracle" occurs every year.)

Now, I'm not saying go out and senselessly try to be taken ill. No, focus on your health and function of your body. A strong immune system is all that is needed to eliminate this virus from your body, develop an immunity, and start helping the population, our peers.

Tips for a Strong Immune System

So how do I strengthen my immune system?

1. I've found that first and foremost is to look at the world in a positive manner. For instance:

Don't curse the driver who cut you off in traffic. Realize that he
may have prevented you from being involved in a collision.

Don't look outside and see the eight inches of snow as a burden.
See the beautify, hear the quiet, and enjoy the calm.

Don't fret about the lack of toilet paper. Think of unique solutions
to the problem. Haven't you ever wanted to wipe your a$$ with your
least favorite newspaper, or an image of the most obnoxious
celebrity or politician? Just don't forget to shower afterwards

2. I've found that the next step is to think about the function of the immune system itself. Without boring you with my research, this system is almost always working--as I previously wrote--so it's important to ensure it has fuel.

The immune system consumes a vast amount of zinc when you have a sore throat or fever. I've found popping a zinc lozenge when I begin to feel poorly brings me right out of it. Yes, I recognize the placebo effect; however, I have enough experience to support "the zinc solution". I cannot remember when I was last ill with a "common" illness.

A bit of warning: multi-vitamins aren't the best quality. Look at the wide variety of minerals and vitamins listed on the back of the bottle and then look at the size of the daily recommended value. You're right: they can't jam all that stuff in that capsule or tablet.

Individual, "focused" tablets are the best choice. These products are more expensive, but are much more useful. Furthermore, one may tailor your vitamin supplements to one's body. (We're not all the same, which is why outbreaks never kill all of us!)

Maybe you know you are anemic or have bones that easily fracture? With the individual supplements, you can double up on iron and calcium, respectively. Just be careful and research the company and chemical structure of any supplement.

For instance, zinc is better absorbed by our bodies when a part of zinc gluconate. Not all individuals vitamins are created equal. Sadly, that's a fact.

Beware of going bonkers with supplements. Most, if not all, vitamins and minerals are available in a balanced diet with normal activity. Of course, some regions require special attention.

For those of us who live in the northern areas, a supplemental vitamin D is essential during the winter. Even a fair-skinned individual like me, who walks every day, cannot gather enough ultraviolet for my skin to produce vitamin D to keep me healthy and free of the winter blues.

Sources of vitamin D from food are quite limited, and those foods provide a scanty amount at the best of times during the winter. Oh, and vitamin D is also needed by the immune and reproductive systems.

I'm No Genius!

Some folks have claimed that I know a lot and am a genius like Mr. Einstein. First of all, my hair--what remains of it--is nowhere near as cool! But I have to remind that intelligence is learned.

The flaunted IQ (Intelligence Quotient) is a ratio of an individual's measured intelligence--which I tend to dispute--and the measured average intelligence of individuals your age. The trick is to always learn. Knowing things is the best defense. Ignorance breeds fear!

Resources!

We live in a wonderful time. It used to be time-consuming to collect information about subjects like our health. "Do you have a title?" "Do you know the author?" Then, the old lady with spectacles would point you to drawers--never a single drawer--in the card catalog. And, even then, one wouldn't be guaranteed to find that one book, after flipping through dozens of cards. Then, we'd have to repeat the task. It's no wonder that we were thinner in those days!!

(Want to burn calories: find a card catalog!!)

Today, you probably have a thin, rectangular device that has a quicker connection to the sum of human history and writings than even NASA could command in the 1960s and '70s! So why don't we harness this power? Sadly I feel it's a combination of laziness and ignorance.

Life is more than waiting for a package from Amazon.com or the next video game to be released. One must be go outside and see the world, meet people--basically, take a risk and live life!

These days--if the media is to be trusted--we'll automatically die if we are closer than X feet (or Y meters) from another individual. My worry is shutting out others as a resource retards our growth. Knowledge spreads like an epidemic, or, fortunately, is written down. The government may be trying to shut off this "epidemic" of knowledge. That's just something to contemplate whilst you're in self-isolation. (Personally, I plan to rise like a phoenix.)

Be Thankful

Remember when Mr. Trump said that he was calling upon private companies to drive us through this outbreak? Today, I was speaking with one of the employees of one of those firms:

An employee of Walgreens was emptying an outside trash bin. I stopped and greeted her, as I do because I'm a social junkie, like most wannabe writers. She told me that people have been emptying their cars into the bins. I don't understand that fearful tactic, but whatever.

She continued by telling me that her and her colleagues were working six days a week for up to ten hours a day. Think about that. In a time when many people are cowering in their homes, these individuals are working low-paying, and frequently, thankless jobs for long hours.

Please, be sure to thank these stalwart individuals for their time, energy, and fortitude. I thanked her several times, which probably seemed strange, but I meant it. These folks are making sacrifices to supply us with items. For instance, she told me that her husband has a fever and was at home. It's these "little" people that are keeping our societies running, because she could be staying home with her husband.

This poor lady was also suffering from hay fever, because the flowers are blooming. (The aromas and colors are awesome!!) She told me that when she would have to sneeze, customers would all but run away like she had the Plague. Irrational fear could be the death of them! (as you've read!)

This, Too, Shall Pass

Eventually, nature will be allowed to take its course, and the strong will develop an immunity for the population, and science and transportation will propogate it. When it's all over, remember what matters: friendship, kindness, peace, respect, and love. Money should only be used to help supply the before-mentioned aspects!

Oh sure, you say it's easy for me to write such things now. My only response is that I request that you visit more often. I've long been writing about how we should care for one another and be mindful of problems, and nip them in the bud. It takes more than a mere infection to change my tune!

Road Trip: Part 2 <--coming soon

If I may be a bit selfish, my only disappointment is that I will have to postpone the second half of my epic road trip. Still, that's better for you, my kind reader; as you'll have two "epic" trip pages to read!

Site updates

I've added one movie and two TV programs to the database. Please, enjoy them! I probably won't be adding any more for a few weeks.

Leap Day tomorrow!

The curiosity, caused by the Earth's orbit around the Sun not being quite evenly divisible by its rotation about its axis, is tomorrow! It's a noteworthy day. Don't believe me? If you're renting an apartment, then you get an extra day, free of charge, every four years.

(Yes, I can find a silver lining in almost anything. Recall that I compost my "number twos", which make excellent soil for plants?)

Road trip!

I leave for my epic, American road trip on Sunday! I have been planning the turn-by-turn directions. It's a lot of work, but will save my butt when I'm "a stranger in a strange land". Of course, I wouldn't mind asking for directions either.

Since I'll be taking a month to travel, I am a bit anxious. Anyone who isn't slightly "on edge" when embarking on such a journey is oblivious. Still, once I hit the road on Sunday morning, all will be OK. A monstrous trip page will be forthcoming, if a bit later than usual after my return. I may even split it into two parts, if I can find a logical reason.

First, I'll be heading south through central Pennsylvania before continuing through western Appalachia in West Virginia. (Yes, I've still snow tires fitted to my loyal Mazda.) Then, I'll head through Kentucky and Tennessee before touring the Mississippi Delta.

This area is quite a distance from New Orleans, which I will briefly visit later. The Delta is supposed to be the epitome of the Southern. After visiting The French Quarter in The Big Easy, I'll continue across South Texas and into West Texas. There are some unusual things to see in this arid area!

I'll continue to explore parts of the Southwest, which are new to me, before striking north. Unfortunately, Glacier National Park is all but shut. Yellowstone is only open to tracked vehicles (i.e. snowmobiles). So, I won't be near the Canadian border. Idaho, Wyoming, and South Dakota--the Black Hills--will be the furtherest north I can justify touring.

There's less chance for abduction by aliens. As compensation, I will be driving the Extraterrestrial Highway. Yes, I'm not exaggerating! Visit Wikipedia's page here!

I'm not really crazy about E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, despite growing up with this franchise. Instead, I'm using Route 375 as a gateway to visit some sites from another film. Which one? Well, you'll have to return and visit my forthcoming trip page! Wish me luck!

Site updates

I've added four movies and three TV programs to the database. Please, enjoy them!

Freedom!

I'm, once again, my own man. I've completed my obligation and can enjoy life again. Many people seemed surprised by my departure. (Maybe they think where they toil is the definition of paradise?)

It's not for me! I won't miss getting up far too early to sit in a car for the duration of a film only to find that I have to clean up a lazy person's mistakes. And with the thought of making the same journey--in slow motion--afterwards. What a waste!

Now, I can write without fear of some corporation holding its hand out for a piece. Now, I don't have to answer to some idiot who thinks it knows better, Now, it's better!

Chainsaw!

The new chainsaw is awesome! Today, after burning brush, I felled a dozen dead trees. The 'saw made short work of bucking the hardwood stems into logs. (I'll burn the softwood in brush fires or stack larger sections for outdoor bonfires.)

I think my other 'saw was becoming a bit long in the tooth. (Bad pun, I know! But true.) I've shelved it for the season. Come the spring, I'll clear out the oiling system and service what I feel is worn. The engine is so strong that I think a bit of TLC is all that is needed to bring it back up to working form.

Until then, I've got a professional chainsaw. It's all fun and games until someone's leg comes off! That's why I'm very careful. When I become worn out, I put away the 'saw. Would you know it: I'm becoming stronger. Can't you smell me from there?

Site updates

I've added five movies to the database. Please, enjoy them!

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK..."

As promised, I've uploaded a couple of photos of the chainsaws:
The lettering of the guide bar of the electric chainsaw is upside down, because flipping the bar every chain replacement helps distribute the wear, extending the life of the guide bar.

Off... soon for much longer!

I'm off again. Fortunately, I e-mailed two-weeks' notice of my departure this past Monday. My manager--with whom I haven't spoken in six months--said that she had already extended my contract.

Umm, why? I don't have enough work for the remaining week, much less another year! And, why didn't anyone ask me if I wanted to extend my contract? I am an important party of this contractual agreement.

This mess is indicative of today's society: don't communicate with others. They're scary, unpredictable, and can't be sent away by closing a "chat" window! I find it entertaining, if sad. Also, it's fun messing with the socially inept

Chainsaw

My Stihl MS291 chainsaw developed a pronounced angle of cutting. I found that the chain sprocket was worn. I visited the local small engine supplier. He was surprised when I asked for a replacement sprocket, citing that they don't wear out until after many hours of use. I mentioned that I'd gone through countless chains and a few guide bars.

That's when I asked if he stocked a larger Stihl 'saw with a bar around 24 inches. I had been thinking of purchasing one for a couple of months, since I have a real need for it. I still have an old oak stump to trim. My 291 just lacks the power and size for that job.

Yesterday, I bought a MS461 with a 24-inch bar. The chainsaw guy said that a two-foot bar is ideal for the 'saw. The price was really fair. He told me that the professional 'saws, like the 461, will soon be released with fuel injection. Yes, those new chainsaws will have more technology than my sports car and pickup truck! A photo of the new chainsaw will be forthcoming.

At this rate, soon I'll buy a banjo! Care to have a duel? Joking aside, I'm looking forward to the time off from a job, because I'll be able to practice my trumpet again!

The Future is Bright

Once I'm finished with the contract, I'll ready the Mazda for a road trip. I want to visit our National Parks out west. Also, I want to visit some of the odd sites along a new-to-me route to the West. There are so many oddities to see on the path that I've chosen.

I feel a bit guilty about not immediately plugging back into the system (i.e. getting another job). Well, "I'm bad. I'm nationwide." And why not? Exploring our vast country can only make me a more understanding and experienced individual. Or, I'll be abducted by aliens from a lonely north plains back road. Either way, it'll be an adventure!

Once I'm back--if I make it back--, spring will be just around the corner. I'll concentrate on designing and installing the septic system and continue making the lot easier on the eyes.

I've burnt all but one small brush pile. Without intending to be immodest, I've learned how to start a wood fire in most conditions. The key, of course, is to bring the temperature of the fuel to the point of ignition. In practice, it can be challenging, especially after a hard rainstorm.

The lot is clearing well. I was able to drive the tractor under the trees without causing any damage to the trees. I wasn't out for a joy ride, though! I used the bucket of the tractor to topple a couple of standing, dead, hardwood tree stems.

It's surprisingly difficult to fell a tree that has no crown--what I call the top branches, twigs, and leaves. It was no trouble for my "super-mini" Kubota to push down the cut stems!

Site updates

I've added six movies & one TV program to the database. Please, enjoy them!

Off

I've run out of work, again, where I'm contracting. I asked for extra work like writing instruction manuals, which they sorely need, and they told me that contractors can't use overhead charge numbers. It makes sense; however with a lazy manager, I'm still out of some pay. Needless to say, I won't miss the place when I finish next month. Only 18 working days left!

Lot work

I haven't been wasting my time, though! I burned six brush piles and serviced the Mazda this long weekend. I still have many more piles left to burn. That'll be fun for the rest of the winter and beyond

The downed debris and eye-poking, dead branches are disappearing from my lot. It is starting to make a noticeable difference, too! It's part of my "beautification" project. The spring will show real progress in this project. Stay tuned!

Site updates

I've added five movies to the GRS database and one new quote:

Age is not always truth.
Teenage Caveman
Please, enjoy the additions!

Happy New Year!

I wish you, and those you love, a prosperous New Year!

Work

I returned to work after New Year's Day. There was a bit of work, but not much. Fortunately, one of the only individuals that I like there had work for me.

She is taking over for a retiring engineer, and she wanted me to document the work that I had performed for him last year. Writing? Ha! Love it! I worked with such fervor that I gave her my results in slide format two days before her deadline. (Others didn't meet her deadline.)

Now, I'm running low on work again. I guess I'll have a day or two here and there when I won't have to go in. I'll be so upset

I'm entering the final period of this contract. I cannot return as a contractor, and I doubt that I would want to do so. Regardless, I'm slowing down and relaxing my normally stringent standards. Who do I need to impress? The middle of February marks the end, and it can't come soon enough!

Doctor Who

Doctor Who is back! I'm really enjoy the new Doctor. Her character works! No doubt, Jodie Whittaker is taking great care to make it work. After Peter Capaldi--who's a good actor--I was concerned.

Dr Who is a fun loving character, not the dark individual portrayed by Mr Capaldi. Ms Whittaker brings back the humor and youthfulness.

The writing this series is good, as during the "golden period" of the "new" Doctor Who. (That's during Tennant & Smith regenerations.)

I like how the writers brought back key elements of the "classic" Doctor Who, like building a story around questions that we all have in the back of our minds about technology.

For example, do you remember the Autons? The intelligence behind these creatures animated plastic for its own purposes. We first met them during Jon Pertwee's regeneration. In the late '60s, plastic was becoming accessible to the general public and many questioned or feared it.

Dr Who resumed broadcasting with a story with the Autons. I enjoy this sort of writing. It's comforting to realize that I'm not alone with my questions. As of late, the writers have focused on Internet giants like Google. The writers do a great job addressing our concerns about these information giants.

New to New England?

I briefly spoke with the check-out guy at a lcoal filling station. He has moved up from suburban Fayetteville, North Carolina. He thought that all places were the same. I commented that I grew up in North Texas, and he mentioned that New Englanders aren't hospitable.

I told him the reason why I stay here--because I have observed the same thing as him--New Englanders are friends for life, once one cracks their shell. Yes, it's an odd way to live life. But it works for me, at least, because people leave me alone. The full seasons is something that I really enjoy, too.

Site updates

I've added six movies to the GRS database.

I've added two new quotes:

Weapons?
I disapprove of weapons.
So do I, but I disapprove of dying even more.
Ensor and Blake in Blake's 7

Use the bumper: that's what it's for.
(orders General Ourumov of his driver when encountering pedestrians on a sidewalk)
Goldeneye

Please, enjoy!