Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas!

Job

The new job didn't work out. They decided it would be a good idea to give me few tools and dump a lot of project management work on me. The other contractor said that they were probably trying to find my breaking point.

Also, my car was sideswipped by another in a Gloucester rotary. I've repaired the minor damage. The other driver's insurance company recognized that I was not at fault. Still, I can't remember the last time I was involved in a collision. These things, coupled with an odd motel, and having to live in Massachusetts, pushed me to quit. I managed a total of seven weeks. See, I won't break: I'll quit, you bastards!

Wood, brush, and panels

I'm using the spare time to clear the brush where the trees were felled. The other three oak trees are down. Also, a large oak across the street is down. There was some drama involved with that one's brush clean-up, but it is over now.

I've been slicing up two-foot-diameter logs left by the electric company. It has challenged the 18-inch bar on my chainsaw. I'm almost done with it, though. Moving the slices is a breeze with the tractor. I only have a bit more to do. I've decided to burn the green brush piles, because I want them gone. They are an eye sore: I don't want to wait till next winter for them to dry out.

The panels are getting a lot more sun now! The charge controller registers, at least, a decent charge between 10 AM and 3 PM. That's a noticeable improvement! I do have a minor problem with shading. I believe that I wrote about shading last winter?

In the morning, one array of panels shades the other at the current, nearly vertical tilt. I'll put in another post on the other side of the driveway and move the shading array to it. I hope to find a small array to use the soon-to-be spare post. More panels means more power!

Regenerate

I'm going to spend the winter regenerating after the previous job's bad experience. I have a lot of work to do on the property and will start planning the basement. I'll look for work in the spring. I will find something closer, albeit with a lower pay rate. That will just mean that I have the loan for the cabin a bit longer. That's better than working too close to Boston!

Site updates

I've uploaded twelve movies and one TV movie to the GRS database. Please enjoy!

Tractor!

Wow. That's all I can write. I used to count inches of snow and plan my plowing. With my "small" tractor, it doesn't matter. That little diesel machine was a great investment!

The snows have come a bit early here. I was hoping to mark and excavate my basement for my log cabin. I didn't make it: I was stacking brush. Oh well.

New job

My new contract was a bit rocky at the beginning. With job market as it, I complained to another contractor in a public way. Right now, skilled labor is in high demand so I wasn't worried about complaining about lack of tools.

The response was almost immediate and personal. The manager who manages the new product division immediately found me a monitor and had an IT guy--a friendly and helpful guy--establish my presence on their CAD network.

I'm settling into the work. Varian builds and sells machines that implant atoms into silicon wafers. This "doping" is necessary for the transistors in everything with a computer chip.

It is refreshing making tools for life, instead of weapons! I plan to keep working for them as long as they will have me. I'm told that the duration of this contract is 18 months. That would keep me employed to spring of 2020.

Living in a motel away from home isn't that bad. It gives my friend/landlord time without me, and I always have a landing point near home.

Site updates

I've uploaded eight movies and one TV movie to the GRS database. Please enjoy!

Tractor!

I readied my new tractor for this winter's plowing. Or, really, picking-up-and-dumping-of-snow. But that doesn't roll off the tongue

I took a photo of it parked next to the truck. I apologize for the poor quality of the photograph. It was raining and the temperature was rising, so the glass lens fogged a bit. That's one benefit of plastic lenses! Here's the link to the photo.

It's a sub-compact Kubota. Or, as the British would say: my Kubota is a super-mini tractor. That's just much cooler sounding, don't you think?

It really is a super little machine. It's four-wheel-drive and powered by a three-cylinder diesel. Yes, it doesn't run the smoothest--hey, it's a tractor! The small, oil-powered engine means it sips fuel. It has 500 hours on the engine, which is very little for modern, quality Japanese engines.

I've been using it as a powered wheelbarrow. I can load the bucket to overflowing with green wood without any fear of exceeding the capacity. Stone would be another matter, of course! I can see me accomplishing many tasks with this little tractor, including beautifying the area around the solar panels.

Job

I told you that times are good in the job market. Well, I've accepted a job and am starting on Monday. I balked at the rate, and they responded by increasing it. Times are good.

I'll be staying in a hotel while working through the winter. A hotel is cheaper than renting an apartment. How screwy is that?! But it works for me, because I don't want to get into another lease.

Homestead

All but three oak trees are down. I cleaned up the brush and got a cord or two of wood out of it. Also, we'll have plenty of brush fires to burn this winter.

The three remaining trees will be removed by a crane guy after I burn the brush piles. (One of the piles is where he needs to set up the crane.) Also, two stems were felled in the ex-apiary, future-cabin site. This will allow more light onto the cabin and, importantly, allow access for the cement truck.

Looking north, below are thumbnail images of the mostly cleared site. The solar panels get more light now: The two remaining trees are visible in the left photo.

Camper

Recall that the charging module of the camper's electrical system is not working? I spoke with a guy at the manufacturer. Evidently, my unit is still under warranty, and he's sending out a replacement. No charge. Sweet!

Jobs

I've started looking for my next contract. I had an interview yesterday. I wasn't terribly impressed with the manager who interviewed me. But, he was satisfied with my experience that he requested a second phone interview with several others for this Friday.

The drawback is that the place is too far to commute. I would have to rent another place. After the fiasco in Orlando, I'm reluctant to get into another lease.

I have other interested parties, so it may become a moot point. Let's hope. This is the best job market that I have ever seen. Employers are struggling to find qualified people.

Site updates

I've added five movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Happy? Are you drunk, sir?
No, I'm a writer.
from A Fantastic Fear of Everything

12 Volts

The homestead is cleaned up. I've some minor details to complete, but most of the work is done. The 12-Volt part of the camper electrical system was down due to a blown fuse, not a broken wire.

The fuse was a new one added by the previous owner. He added some lights in the storage compartments of the camper. This fuse was hiding in one of them. Unfortunately, whatever blew that 30-amp fuse also took out the new charger that I fitted last year. Sigh. I'll have to order a replacement.

The solar panels have been doing a great job keeping up with the MG car capsule fan. I've, also, run some of the camper lights and its radio. It's not bad, because this is the time of the year when the panels gather the least electricity. I may have to add more in the future. Wouldn't that be exciting!

I spoke with a friend about removing trees that block light from the panels during the afternoons. He gave me a much lower price than I expected, and planned. Every once in a while things work out being much cheaper than we expect

Clean again

No, not me! Though, I do feel a lot cleaner inside. The clean NH air and water make me feel younger. I think they make me look younger, too. I may not be alone, because the lady at the grocery store asked to see my driver's license when I purchased some Boston Lager today!

I washed and waxed the truck and Mazda. The MG is still clean in its plastic bubble (i.e. the car capsule). I need to repair it. I miss this season without it. Also, I washed the ATV and camper. The camper needed quite a bit of cleaning inside, due to the visit of a mouse. I think I've locked out mice now. They are industrious little bastards!

New place

John and I are learning one another's ways. I think it'll be OK sharing a house. I am beginning to plan the digging of my log-cabin foundation. I plan to work on this through the winter. I'll use a backhoe attachment for my Kubota tractor. Snow and ice are no match for diesel power.

I've decided to put in a full, poured-concrete basement for the cabin. The past winter demonstrated why I need a cellar to protect the water pipes. It will be good to have the extra space, too.

I visited my current choice for log cabin kits. They're in central Pennsylvania. (They rent warehouse space that used to be a satellite facility of Bethlehem Steel.) I got a tour of a larger version of the kit that I want. The salesman was decent, and I was impressed by the quality of the kit. It's all wood with double-paned windows and a steel roof. The cabin will outlive me!

The specific log cabin kit that I have in mind is large enough, but not so large that the basement can't be dug with small equipment. What can't be done with my backhoe attachment, I can accomplish with a rented mini-excavator. Those things have so much power!

Exploration

Since today's a wash for me--I'm on vacation and don't have to work outside in the rain--I decided to take another way back to John's place. Boy, what an adventure that became! On the map, the road looked good. In reality, it was being built.

I can't fault myself this time, because there was only a "road under construction" sign after I passed through it, for the other direction! The mess is only a mile or so, but it was bad. It didn't help that the rain was coming down.

I've experienced similar views of a rough road, albiet dry ones, with Mike in Utah. Of course, his Jeep doesn't notice protruding stones that would disembowel my little Mazda! Anyways, I got down the road and marked it on my map. There was no damage to my car either.

There was a lady standing in her driveway after I was through the worst of it. She seemed a bit surprised to see my little, black hatchback cruise by. It's surprising what can be done with patience and a good machine.

Dr Who

Finally, I had the time to watch the first episode of the new, female, Doctor. I really enjoyed it! My first impressions are much better of her than of Capaldi. She's lively and pretty; whilst he was old and mean.

I, also, enjoyed how they are doing their own thing again. Doctor Who shouldn't cater to the American audience. Don't they understand that Americans watch their shows to escape the BS of our TV programming? I think this new incarnation of the Doctor may make history. And, not just because she's a woman.

Site updates

I've added four movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Back!

I took the long way back home. You can read about it here. It's so, so much drier here. Also, the water and air aren't polluted. It's good to be back!

I've been cleaning up the property. I'm about done with it. I need to fix the camper electrical system. I think it's a broken wire underneath. I'm renting a room from a friend now. It's going well.

Site updates

In addition to the new trip page (linked above), I've added nine movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Spare time

My friend was scared by the hurricane, so I dropped him off at the airport this morning. I don't quite get it: he'd have to get used to these storms making landfall in the southeast, if he wants to live in the Panhandle of Florida!

I drove him around quite a bit of the Panhandle. We found some good spots. Personally, I doubt that he'll ever buy property down here. He seems to be all talk. Oh well. So much for a winter getaway

With the contract completed and Jack gone, I've plenty of spare time. The storm thwarts an earlier departure. I washed the car again. Jack commented how good the paint looks on the car.

Return journey

Hopefully, the hurricane won't stall too long over the Eastern Seaboard. I'd like to leave after it has dissipated. I plan to visit some unusual sites along the way. Also, I hope to see Mont Vernon. Washington's house has been on my list for a long time.

Site updates

I've uploaded three movies to the GRS database.

So long, Florida

Thursday was my final day. Morris, a decent drawing checker originally from New York State's Adirondacks, also, decided to depart on the same day. Our timecard boss, Paul, kindly called an after work get together to see us off.

Paul made no bones about wanting me to return with Morris in January. He, even, informally offered me a direct position so that my reason for leaving--wanting to return home--would become immaterial. I was very flattered.

A many-term Lockheed-Martin contractor and a long-time friend of Paul explained that my job performance was unexpected and will be remembered. This fellow contractor genuinely welcomed me on my very first day in Mickey-Mouse-land, so I know that I can trust his word. Thank you, Kirk!

The thing that bugs me is that I didn't work especially hard. I simply did the best that I could without letting the job disrupt my health and leisure time. As I have written in the past, men and women depend upon the sensors that I help design. If I was in one of their shoes, I'd want my counterpart to do the best job.

But, many don't. I've heard individuals respond to a deadline with "oh, that doesn't matter." Um, what part of deadline don't you understand? Yes, sometimes the schedule is ridiculous; however, that doesn't mean give up?

Anyways, the going away meeting was a bit awkward. I dislike, and have trouble, with groups of people. I prefer to encounter folks individually or in pairs. A group means that I can't spend quality time with individuals, rather I attempt to placate a crowd.

I was surprised just how many people I know well enough (in only a year) to be able to relate to them personally. I'd like to credit the fact that, as an aspiring writer, I enjoy knowing individual characters. It may be a bit selfish, because I draw details to create composite characters.

Before Paul left for another appointment, which he pushed to the last minute--what a good man--, he reminded me that I could return at anytime. (Of course, it's understood that this offer is contingent on work.) I told him that he was the first choice if I ever work away from home. His purchase of beer wasn't an entire loss!

I will miss most of the people at that place. They're decent and honest. The ironic thing is that most of these folks aren't from Florida. They're from points north, like me.

Last week on the sandbar

My friend has confirmed that he'll be down to visit tomorrow. I think I cemented the deal when I sent him a photo of a particularly beautiful beach in a remote part of the Panhandle.

I told him that the area would be a great place for a winter home. Secretly, I'll admit to an ulterior motive. If he bought a beach house or lot up there, I'd visit him in the winter every year!

We've already spoken about his wintering on the Panhandle and spending summer on my lot in northern New England. It would make a great retirement for him, and I could continue to learn from him.

So next week will be a fun mixture of relaxation at the apartment-complex salt-water pool--yeah, oooooooo--and looking for a beach lot along the white sands on the Gulf of Mexico. See, living on the big sandbar--or, swamp as I refer to it--isn't all bad!

James May: The Reassembler

I re-watched James May: The Reassembler for the third or fourth time, I don't remember which! I laughed again at the same points and enjoyed Mr May's thoughts and comments about tools, history, and life.

I'd love to see a third series of the program be produced. I understand that producing the episodes stretch the budget of a "simple" series, because they must take a lot of time to edit. But, think of the number of people who are inspired to do something with their hands after seeing James May muddle through a reassembly?

Beer

Now that I'm unemployed, I bought some expensive beer. Makes sense, right?

I'm enjoying "Old Speckled Hen" again. It's been some time . The label stated that it is named for an old, paint-speckled MG! I don't recall reading that in London. Maybe this version is just for Americans? You know, to promote classic Bri'ish cars. Personally, it only made me feel badly that my MG isn't driving.

Also, I picked up a six-pack of Scottish beer. Yes, beer not whiskey. Hmm? WooHa Brewing was founded by an American in the Highlands. It's not bad. The Scottish Highland has long been on my list of future destinations.

True Oldies Channels

The figurehead of the True Oldies Channel is taking a break. This is his first vacation for many years. I wished him a good time off, and he responded. We've developed a minor electronic penpal relationship.

After he mentioned me on the air in late February and we communicated in mid July, I've been listening almost all the time. Streaming the station does make it easy, because there are no commercials. It's fantastic!

Scott has enlisted his producer as the stand-in for him. Todd, "also a licensed DJ", is doing an excellent job. He has a different taste in music, which is welcomed. Though, rather selfishly, I eagerly await Mr. Shannon's return.

Away

I won't be updating the web site for a while. I'm going to take the long way home. I want to see some of the sites along the way.

Almost there

I'm almost done with my contract: three days remain! A friend is supposed to fly down, so we'll explore for a week. If he can't make it, then I'll set out for home a couple of days after my final working day. Either way, I'm nearly out of here! I won't miss the swampy smells and mold everywhere.

Site updates

I made another trip to Georgia and the Panhandle. I wrote a trip page describing it, and a link is at the top of this list. Please, let me know if there are any errors. Enjoy!

I added a new quote:

God invented the whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world
Rock Mullaney in Crossfire Trail

I've uploaded six movies and one TV movie to the GRS database.

Site update

The latest trip page is at the top of the list here. Please, let me know if there are any errors. Enjoy!

Panhandle trip

Finally, I was able to enjoy a trip to the Florida Panhandle and the surrounding states. It was excellent! A trip page will be forthcoming. I had such a good time that I am planning to go back this weekend.

Work

I've only twelve working days left. This number signals an end to my time in Mickey-Mouse-land! I had a problem with the apartment complex. They said that moving out before the final day of September would be breaking the lease. They would charge me twice the monthly rental for that breach, even if I forfeited the rent for that month.

I was taken aback. So, I have a single day to schedule the move-out inspection? I think it's more likely that the girls in the management office are too ignorant or lazy to file the paperwork. I'll respond in kind, by giving a co-worker, and friend, temporarily power-of-attorney. On that day, he can agree that I will pay any repair charges. That way, I won't have to fly back from NH or stick around.

You would think that the management would want me out, forfeiting any prorated rent. The corporation is headquartered in Texas, so they have no vested interest in Florida. Stay away from Contravest properties!

On a brighter note, my timecard boss, Paul, has said that I will be missed and would be welcomed back in the future. He's a good man, and I will miss him. He's one of the best managers that I've ever had, and that's high praise since I've had quite a few jobs.

First and only visitor

Despite offering to share this apartment with several individuals, during my stay in central Florida; only one has responded. Jack has 'plane tickets for the second week of September!

Since he'll be visiting, I quit the job two days sooner than the final day. (Friendship is more important than money.) Jack is interested in scouting retirement properties in the Panhandle and along the Gulf coast. I enjoy being in both regions, so we'll drive around and loaf at the--ooooo-ooooww! salt water--apartment pool for a week. That'll be the first time that I have been inside the pool gates.

Youtube video

I enjoyed this Youtube video. What do you think?

Site updates

In addition to the upcoming trip page, I've uploaded six new movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Trumpet

I'm still practicing my plastic trumpet. Now that I've been running the central air conditioning continuously, it has been performing well mechanically. The tonal variations are still there. Still, it's light and robust. I won't complain!

I'm enjoying the James Bond theme. The rhythm of the soft measures flanking the meat of the theme continue to give me trouble. In a performance of the theme, these parts would be performed by an electric bass guitar. I still want to master them. As for the main theme: well, that came to me easily. It must be due to watching 007 films so frequently?

Bill, you like England. Why don't you be the next James Bond?
But I'm not tall and dark.
Oh, the special effects will take care of that.
Mike Grzesik

Or maybe it's because I was raised an anglophile? I once pulled into a garage for an annual state inspection. The first words out of the mechanic's mouth were "Shaken, not stirred."

The MG does have some of the classic lines of the car that makes Connery's Bond famous. Yes, you have to squint and ignore many facts. But hey, who doesn't like being associated with the suave secret agent?

The other piece that I've been learning to play on the trumpet is the theme for Star Wars. If you have to ask which one, then you would love the latest presentation in the franchise: Solo!

Why couldn't they leave Hans Solo alone? He's a scoundrel. That's why he's unique. We hated him, but secretly, we wanted to be him!

The Star Wars theme is fun to play. The jumping around the register is difficult to play at speed. Some of the lower notes drop out and the high ones tend to crack.

I hate to place blame; however, I am beginning to wonder if the Silent Brass mute is unable to keep up with some of the loud, high notes. I ponder this question, because after playing such a piece I find myself short of breath.

The same shortness that comes when blowing up a balloon. I wonder if I'm nearing the limits of the mute. It is, after all, supposed to be a practice mute. I'm pushing it into performing volumes.

I looked at opening it up to clean out any obstructions, but it is well sealed. The obvious solution is to build my log cabin with double-glazed windows. Then, I won't have to play with a mute!

Panhandle trip

My trip to the Florida Panhandle was postponed a second time. I was asked to work some overtime to help Steve, the structural analyst, meet scheduled deadlines. Hey, I'm down here for the money. I'll set out this coming Friday, an "off" Friday. Nothing will stop me this time!

Thoughts about Florida

I've been here nearly a year, so I think I can write a few comments about living in central Florida.

When it rains, the groundwater rises and floods out of flower beds. Maybe this is a product of filling in the swamp that makes up most of Florida?

There are fewer bugs than I expected. I've only been bitten by one mosquito the entire time that I've been here. This time last year, I looked like I had chicken pox from all the bites!

The sunshine is very bright. It may be on par with Thailand.

Living here in the summer would be nearly impossible without air conditioning. The humidity is utterly unrelenting. In fact, most people seem to spend most of the summer indoors here.

Site updates

I've added eight movies to GRS database.

Also, I watched The Wrath of Khan for the second time in the cinema. This time around I was much older.

The theater presented the director's cut. I had never seen it, and it answered a lot of questions that have bothered me through the decades.

I own a copy of this movie on Blu-ray, and hadn't seen these scenes. Thank you, Epic Theatres! If you have a chance to watch the director's cut, do it! I've updated the entry for this film, if you haven't already seen the update. Enjoy!

Beer

Beer. Who doesn't like beer? OK, a lot of people, for various reasons! But, I like it and am gladly enjoying the high-calorie ride. It's a vacation from the Irish whiskey

Since my days are numbered in Florida, I've been expanding my sampling beyond the usual Sam Adams and other "dark" beers. One noteworthy product that I enjoyed is Funky Buddha Top Gun.

The label captures some of the contradictions of Florida. This is a state built on the space program, and subsequently the defense/war industry. But, Florida also sports a vibrant spiritualistic side at places like Cassadaga. Haven't I said that Florida is odd at least once?

Being a fan of early zombie films, I was attracted to the label of another type of beer. "Purple Haze" probably brings to mind the great guitarist who led his "Experience". The beer label can't even escape the memory. Or maybe, Jimi was unable to slip away from the stereotypical image of Voodoo magic?

Here is a thumbnail shot of the two different bottles:

Trumpet

I received one of the music books that my splurge produced! I brought the book into work, so Uncle Lockheed could provide me with photocopies of the pages that I want to play.

The Star Wars theme of the original film seems fairly simple. I'm, also, looking forward to practicing the James Bond theme from Dr. No and the theme from The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.

That Western theme is iconic. I was surprised to see it composed entirely in music for the trumpet. Hopefully, it will sound reasonably close to the masterpiece produced by an "unsual" orchestra.

Upon seeing my music book, Kirk, a good friend, pointed out that if I wasn't in Florida, which is so far from home; I wouldn't be able to practice. He's correct, because I am only able to find the time to practice every day because I have a very short commute, allowing me plenty of spare time.

Site updates

I've added four movies and two TV movies to GRS database. I added a new favorite, too! Enjoy!

Here's a new quote:

You see, drinking is really a matter of algebraic ratios. How drunk you get is dependent on how much alcohol you consume in relation to your body weight. You see my point? It's not that you had a lot to drink. It's just that you're too skinny.
John Candy in Splash

Work

I've voluntarily drifted away from a program that's winding down. Fortunately, I haven't been too bored. I've completed tasks for Matt and Steve, my cubicle mates. They may think the work's not too interesting, or is tedious; however, I enjoyed them. Maybe that's because the work that I was assigned from the previous program was a joke?

Kirk recruited me to a program that he's working. The work is very good. It's similar to the program that I worked when I first started at Lockheed Martin. Hopefully, this one won't be mothballed. At least, not for 62 days!

That's right: I've only 62 days until I leave! Every day is one day closer

Real work

Steve, my before-mentioned "cube" mate, has been having trouble with his well pump. Unlike mine, it's powered by three-phase electricity. He had been seeing only 80 Volts across one leg. (It should be 120 V.)

I made a point of suggesting driving a grounding stake adjacent to the well head. I've found that most electrical problems are due to poor earth connections. We agreed to meet on Friday morning to diagnose the pump. (We have every other Friday off from work.)

The earth-ground wire was broken at the well. It was, at one time, connected to the steel casing of the well. Of course, electricity flows best when there's a good connection to ground. It's a "circuit", after all.

While he went out for a copper-plated grounding stake--like what I used on my solar array--, I serviced the Mazda. I, also, had to change the serpentine belt. I snapped a screw securing the plastic splash guard under the car. Oops!

That was minor, because I, then, tried to find a wrench/"cheater bar" combination to twist the clever, automatic tensioner out of the way. I eventually settled on an inch socket that closely fitted the metric head. It worked. I was glad to replace the belt, because it was cracked halfway through!

It will, though, make a good spare in the event that the current belt snaps. I forget why I fell into this habit. I carry spare belts in two other vehicles, too. They're light and small, so why not?

Steve returned with the bits that I suggested. Then, we drove the stake into the ground. While this task is never easy, it was so much easier than my experience in the Granite State. Hell, I pushed the first ten inches into the ground by hand!

After we wired up the new earth-ground, Steve remarked that we were measuring a solid 240 Volts. In the past, he had seen lower voltage at the best of times. The stake will hopefully solve his intermittent pump problem.

Since we finished our tasks so promptly, Steve asked that we re-screen his windows. I have never replaced a screen on a house window. Though, I did use screen to make a fancy spark arrestor for the camper stove. Remember that project?

We went to the Home Despot--a friend provided this nickname for the home improvement chain--and purchased a roll of screen. It was balmy: 97 degrees and, of course, humid with full sun. That's July in central Florida.

Then, Steve showed me how to replace the screens on modern windows. Working together, we replaced all the screens. It's really pretty easy. He said that he owed me. I brushed it off, reminding him that he taught me a skill and fed me. (He used to work in a Chinese restaurant and produces superb dishes.)

I was glad to have the Mazda ready for the upcoming winter; solve--hopefully--his well problem; and learn a new skill. The best part was having something to do. That's the most difficult part of living away from my home: I can't do any real work. I'm a man of action. I can't sit and watch TV.

Trumpet

All this spare time has been useful. I've made excellent progress with the trumpet solos. I've managed to play through the Raider's March! Back home, I was never able to finish it.

I had not been able to practice during the weekends, because, even with the Silent Brass mute, I was upsetting the neighbor's dog. Then, I got wise and now practice in the bathroom. With the door shut and the fan running, I can make more noise without drawing attention from my canine neighbor. (It helps that this apartment is adjacent to the building elevator. And, no, I've never heard it in the apartment.)

I was exhilarated by my broken-note success, so I splurged and ordered two books of sheet music. The James Bond theme is included in one. The other includes cult classic themes like the theme from Bullitt. Something to look forward to: life is good!

True Oldies Channel

Mr. Scott Shannon mis-pronounced a city in New Hampshire. I sent a form message explaining the discrepancy, citing my own experiences. I'm not a native of my adopted home state.

He responded with an e-mail message in which he thanked me and said he gets it right most of the time, which he does, now that I think back. What a cool man he is!

Streaming his channel offers music free of commercials. I recommend it! Here's the link to The True Oldies. You'll hear mainstays like the famous "Splish, splash: I was taking a bath" song, disco--if you're into that sort of music--, '50s songs ("the roots of rock 'n' roll), and, even, tunes like the theme to The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

Site updates

I've added five movies and one TV movie to GRS database. This is one good aspect of having no life in Florida: I can review many films!

Here's a new quote:

I'm sweating like a cornered nun.
Michael Fassbender

The End

The end is in sight! On Friday, I received a door flyer listing the possible rental charges depending on the number of months for which I could choose to renew the lease.

I found it very curious that there's a better than $400 difference between an eight- and nine-month lease. That would be May and June of next year. Hmm. Does the property owner think the new "Bible...land" amusement park will be constructed by then?

A lease until July is somewhat less expensive, but a new move-out date at the end of August is the lowest monthly rent, which is about $100 more than what I pay now. Another one-year lease would be more than $100 per month!

It really doesn't matter, because I completed the form with the day that I will put the swamps of Florida behind me. I did find the price break-down entertaining. I'm sure that there's some sort of reasoning behind it. I simply cannot fathom it! And, it doesn't matter to me.

And Then There Was One

With 68 days left, my spare plate broke. I bought only two plates. Why buy any more, since I have a full compliment back home? I see it as a confirmation of my decision.

Grey is the new blonde?

Recall my March 10th entry complaining about female co-workers dyeing their hair grey? This past week an intern--a girl of 20 or 21 years--proclaimed that she considered tinting her hair grey. It would make her more dignified, thus advancing her career.

I wanted to be wrong about my prediction, but there it is: vocalized so all could hear. What a disappointment. Today's young women are ditching the idea of fun to build their careers.

Career women

People who know me wonder why I'm not married. Besides from being highly individualistic, I find the selection of women not to my liking. These women view building a career as more important than caring about men.

So, what we have is a generation of women who know they can do everything better than men. Or, more realistically explained, need to prove that they can do a better job than men.

Also a product of this generation, I have never doubted the ability of any woman to do my job. I never held them back. I have, however, dismissed these individuals as "career women", a term that I borrow from my brother.

"Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery."
Grace Kelly

Site updates

I've added six movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

On Friday

Welcome to July!

Kirk's mechanic replaced the outer tie rod end. Now, there's no wobble. While they worked on the car, I walked the nearby Cady Way Trail. Along the way, I was stopped by an unusually dressed man on a bicycle.

He turned out to be quite an interesting person. He opened the conversation by reminding me that we need to help older folks now that it's warmer and humid. He, then, related an episode where he found a senior citizen who had fallen and was unable to get up for three days.

As the stories flew out him, I realized that this oddly-dressed individual had a good heart. One just had to look past the blue-green buttoned-down shirt, white shorts, and pink backpack, and the bicycle with the handbars the wrong way round.

The way his thoughts formed and were related in a haphazard manner was explained during a story about the county police. Being a Christian, albeit one who freely partakes of the four-letter words, he had printed a sign on cardboard. It stated that he was willing to help anyone in need, free of charge.

How the police became involved was lost in a story about helping a broken-down motorist with a holed radiator. He had to hide his bike to ride with the stricken driver. When he returned later on, the police accused him of being a "panhandler" and questioned him.

Then, I learned that this individual, one Edward Jones Gibson, has autism. Honestly, I believe he should be diagnosed with Asperger syndrome because he struck me as quick thinking. Many ideas seemed to occur to him at the same time, and he had trouble linking them into speech with a strong direction. Still, I was able to follow his reasoning and enjoyed speaking with him. (What does that say about me?)

Mr. Gibson has aspirations of entering local politics. He wants to bring the general public together. (He, too, sees a division in the public.) You know, in a place like Winter Park, Florida, I think he could be elected.

The other people that I met along the Cady Way Trail were not particularly interesting. Lots of cyclists, many of whom, zipped by without any comment. One came quite close to me. I was never an a$$hole when I biked to work in NH and southern California.

I turned around in Baldwin Park. The decision turned out to be well timed, because as I finished eating a sandwich at Chick-fil-A, I was called by the lady at the garage. The car was ready to go. I checked the wheel before I went inside: yes, the wobble was gone.

I was very impressed by the garage. The folks were decent and honest. The place felt good, too. (I've become sensitive to the "feel" of areas.) I was surprised by the fair cost for the replacement and alignment. If you're ever in Orlando and need car work done, drop me a line. I can recommend this garage.

The ride back on the Beachline--Rip-off--Expressway was interrupted by a crash that closed all the lanes. One or two less beachgoers or tourists in the world. If only they could drive more predictably or be able to handle a large vehicle. (I saw a rolled SUV on a flatbed truck.)

Florida

The humidity has become oppressive. What else did I think would happen living in a swamp? Imagine a very humid, summer day in the Northeast--you know the ones that conclude with a thunderstorm--and put that on repeat. That describes central Florida from late May until October.

The daily thunderstorms do keep everything watered, not like that's a big problem in a swamp! I'll be glad when I can see this state receding in my rearview mirror. Only 75 days left!

Site updates

I've added five movies and one TV movie to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Also, I have added a quote:

That's because you're easily amused. I've seen you mesmerized watching a frozen burrito rotate in a microwave oven.
Captain Jack in Sharktopus

Almost there

I've had just about enough of Florida. The people aren't the reason, because they are friendly, if a bit dumb. Simply, I'm sick of no changes in elevation. (They proclaim a rise of twenty or thirty feet to be a hill.) "Uh huh", to quote Elvis. Only 83 days remain!

The Great Tie Rod Adventure

So, I left New England with a questionable outer tie rod end. I made a note to replace it upon my return home. Well, my off-roading expeditions made it worse. They couldn't make it better, could they?

Now, my only means of transport is my own two legs. Here's the story. The tie rod end dramatically spoke up last weekend. I was driving up to the panhandle of Florida. (I always enjoy being around Gainesville or further north.)

I took the highways up. The plan was to take country roads back. That way, I could maximize my time in an area of taller trees. Just outside of the traffic of Tallahassee, I went to overtake a semi on I-10. Then, I felt a wicked wobble from the front end.

I aborted the passing manuever and took the next exit. At the Mobil filling station just outside of Madison, I checked the driver's side front wheel. An "oh sh!t" expression probably showed on my face. I could wiggle the wheel along an axis parallel with the ground, with the wheel on the ground. Yeah, welcome to the land of excrement!

I've had many questionable cars in the past. That's why I, immediately, checked the "wiggle" against the passenger's front wheel. Maybe it's normal? No, the distinctive play caused my wobble on I-10.

Being more than a hundred of miles away from the apartment, I thought: "Great." Then, I thought: "well, I like the panhandle. I could make this work." Either way, I needed fuel. I pulled up to a pump and walked into the cashier's booth/mini-mart to pay.

The very friendly cashier asked if my car was OK. I told him that I had a worn tie rod. He remarked that he saw the wheel wobble when I drove up. If he could see the wheel wobble, then it would have come off by now. (I do know something about cars.) As it turns out, he had recently relocated from lower Alabama. He was friendly!

I returned to Mickey-Mouse-land via the country roads. Aside from wondering if an imperfection in the asphalt would finish off the tie rod end, it was a beautiful ride. I saw the kinds of things that I love. Small towns, people living life--instead of trying to "fake it" in an amusement park--, open spaces, and, of course, pretty country lanes.

I left Lake County, which is quite pretty, and headed back into greater Harry-Pot-head-country. Along the way, I had seen a Mazda dealership. My memory was right on, and I pulled in. I explained to the service rep. that I had a wobble from the front driver's wheel, saying that I figured it to be an outer tie rod end.

After three hours of examining my road map of Florida and deflecting sales folks, the rep. came back and said that the problem was not a tie rod end. Instead, he claimed that the mechanic found a bent "rim" and, also, a dry-rotted serpentine belt.

I thanked him and arranged an appointment to replace the bent wheel and replace the belt. I was surprised when they said that there was no charge for the inspection.

I headed back to the apartment with a solution in mind. The next day, after work, I decided to check on the outer tie rod end. If it is showing signs of failure, I would ask the dealer to replace it.

I found that the tie rod end was the cause of the wobble. The wheel wasn't bent. I checked it by rolling it down a slight incline. There was no wobble. Instead, the outer tie rod end had about an eighth-inch of play. (Any visible play is cause for replacement.)

Acknowledging that the dealership was wrong, I canceled the appointment and ordered the outer tie rod end. I could do the job myself, since the dealership would just try to milk me: "Well, we found that the tie rod end needs replacement..." (No, duh: ignore me again and I'll become big and green!)

The part promptly arrived. This is a benefit of living in a city. I asked Matt, my favorite Floridian, and cubicle mate, if he wanted to learn about suspension and steering components. Being a young gentleman, he accepted. This past Friday evening, we took the car apart. Then, the heavens opened up. Sigh: summer in Florida.

We played a game of eight-ball in the apartment clubhouse. I wanted to shoot pool, but never had anyone--until now--to play. It was a fun game: neither of us are very good, but rooted for one another, saying you meant to do that! I managed to win.

I think our presence may have helped "close the deal" on an apartment, because a leasing agent showed a family the clubhouse whilst we were enjoying our game. Ahem, I expect to see something knocked off my rent. Or, better still, just stop inspecting my apartment!

After I set-up the billards table for the next person--me?--, it was still raining. So we set our sights on a curious table. It sported eight round pucks, of two colors, on a wooden plank marked with "1", "2", and "3" on both sides. There was, also, sand on part of the waxed plank, which reminded me of a bowling lane.

Neither of us knew how the game worked, so we made up our own rules. We made a miniaturized version of curling. But, instead of the polished surface, we used the fine sand to reduce friction.

The game gave us more entertainment than eight-ball. That's probably because we made the rules. It was wonderful fun! Matt easily won. I can't be gentle, evidently. By the time Matt won, the rain had tapered off.

We headed back out to finish disassembling the outer tie rod end. We popped it off the link connecting it to spindle. (I bought a tie rod end extractor tool.) I tried to unscrew the outer end from the inner end. I couldn't get enough torque with my limited tools.

Matt and I agreed that a Crescent wrench may do the trick. He found a six-inch adjustable wrench at the nearby Publix. (This is the one that I frequent. I can walk there: it's quicker than driving.) Kindly, he offered to drive there. It was lightly raining.

We found and purchased the wrench. During the return trip, I suggested that he head back home. I had said the job would take only an hour. We were beyond that time because of the rain. He never complained about the time: what a decent man! A gentleman.

I tried the new wrench. Experience has taught me to recognize failure. A torch was necessary to undo that tie rod end. I wish I was home! I could enlist my MAPP & oxygen torch. Here, I'm out of tricks. I'll have to have the job done by a mechanic. Fortunately, a baby-boomer friend, Kirk, recommended a mechanic.

Stranded

It's a good thing that I can--and do--walk to the supermarket, drug (beer) store, and the liquor store. I've re-assembled the car. I'll only use it to drive to and from work. I'll arrange an appointment to have the car repaired on Monday.

Until then, I'm stranded. Or, am I? I walked to a big-box hardware store and purchased some floor repair products. The walk was excellent. I want to be without a car more often. OK, no, I don't! But, the long walk was awesome. I saw more birds than people.

Of course, in a city that's not that unusual. Most people stay indoors in Florida during the summer. "Oh no, I could sweat and be unattractive." Come on, central Florida is no southern California! People don't really care about anyone else.

Being less mobile, I've been able to finish reading a novel and work on my latest jigsaw puzzle. Not to mention that I've been enjoying more weekend True Oldies. Life may not be perfect, but it is good!

Trumpet

I've been practicing every work day. (I found that practicing on the weekends terrorizes the neighboring dog. So much for "luxury" thick walls.)

I haven't recovered my entire upper range yet. I have made it through--albeit with broken notes--the Raiders March. The trumpet solo from this famous march sounds so effortless in the film. Maybe it is for some. But for me, it is not. (Ignore the fact that I was first chair for much of my stint in middle school band.)

In my defense, my lack of range could be caused by playing with the Silent Brass. Playing with any mute is difficult for a brass musician. I can't realistically play "open" without expecting a visit from the apartment management. Then, I could probably deck them with a blast or two!

I played--open bell--in my closed camper. It was clearly heard by my neighbors two hundred feet away. Though, they were more complimentary than I would expect in an apartment complex.

Music

Regardless, it feels so good being able to create music. Individual audio expression is important. I wish more schools taught some type of performing music.

I know the schools have to ensure that "everyone is a winner"; however, there must be a way to encourage students to perform? Couldn't they give everybody a blue ribbon, and secretly recognize the most skilled performers? Oh wait, I sound like a decadent capitalist!

Maybe when I return home, I'll see if I can pass an audition for a community ensemble. This may take a few attempts, because I lack the aptitude of my brother and mother.

Until then, I will continue to practice my movie and television themes. Practice makes perfect! (At least in my mind.) I do find so much peace playing, even, a plastic trumpet. It can't provide perfect pitch, but it is better than nothing!

Site updates

I added a quote that characterizes United Airlines:

"Hi Mr. Jones!
As per your preference, we'll be hitting you with a small stick
across the knees as we drag you off the plane.
Have a great day!"
Paul Manner commenting about
United Airlines' new Flight Attendant tool

I added ten movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Who's counting?

I'm counting the days till I leave. I'm down to 96 days. It has become a drinking game.

Jigsaw puzzle

I completed another jigsaw puzzle:

"Bible...land"

Recall my 24th of March entry. I had a run-in with Universal Studio's security. Well, at yesterday's party, I mentioned how much land Universal owns around this apartment complex.

I continued by saying that my research showed that Comcrass (Universal's owner) could build a data center and a a couple of small buildings. Now, this is where it gets interesting. Chris said that I was mistaken: an amusement park is being built.

I checked the lot myself, and there is a lot more going on now. There's a new right-turn lane on Destination Parkway. This is the cross street for Universal Boulevard, which is adjacent to the apartment complex.

Money can buy anything. And I'm sure if I dig some more, I'll find even more corruption. This is a problem that comes with a quickly growing urban area. When can I leave?

It's going to be like Bibleland in Fletch Lives. Sheesh, I have enough trouble sleeping here with all the light pollution. How terrible will it be when there's a park in the backyard?

Site updates

I added five movies and one TV program to the GRS database. Enjoy!

I, also, added two quotes:

I bet the original three wise men never had this problem.
But they weren't BBC, were they?
Top Gear

Yeah, in a minute, Sweetheart. Mama's having a very important beer.
Lily in Goodbye World

Happy Memorial Day!

One would think that Memorial Day would be very important to a large corporation that made its money from conflict. There were no signs posted thanking veterans. There was nothing to encourage remembrance of those who have died serving this nation. (Remembrance should be "a big thing", because most have no idea of the hardships endured by our ancestors.) Not even an e-mail message was sent by Lockheed Martin! Too bad.

This past week I took over the work of a co-worker and friend. (He needed a break from the routine.) They tried to blame me for a major interference. That was the first day that I'd worked on the part; so, clearly, the fact that another part would not fit was not my fault.

Having reached the limit of my patience with them, I told them that my sh!t goes together. That shut them up! Is it always Kick Bill Day at Lockheed Martin? I guess I should be happy it's not Kill Bill Day!

My outburst triggered my timecard manager to come over. He introduced a new intern to the others. And lastly, I was introduced as "Bill, he doesn't want to be here." Damn right! Maybe some Floridians aren't as dumb as I think?

On a positive note, Morris, a drawing checker, said that he wanted me to keep working with him on the parts for which I was merely a substitute. He said that if I returned them to my vacationing friend, they would be continuously changed and never be released.

I thanked Morris and welcomed the opportunity to work with him. I've learned from him, and will be happy to learn more. He's also a personable man, who's originally from central New York State.

Since I frequently finish all the work assigned to me, I have joined my friends, and cubicle mates, on their program. The work isn't terribly exciting; however, it's much better than surfing the Internet.

No inspection, individual rights?

Recall that I complained about the invasion of privacy created by an apartment inspection. Evidently, my complaint had an effect. Management didn't respond, but they didn't enter this apartment either. I can tell because they track in grit and move things around. (I have a partial photographic memory--is that even a trait?)

So, ha!! Coincidentally, I received an invitation to complete an online survey. It focused on management and the quality of the apartment and complex. Have I become the squeaky wheel?

Maybe I'll be evicted? That would be a valid reason for terminating my contract with Lockheed Martin, and I could return home! Regardless, the right to security in one's person and property seems to be intact here. Florida isn't all bad, as long as one speaks up.

Trumpet & CTE

Things continue to look up. Since I've been running the apartment's air conditioning continuously, the trumpet has been performing much, much better. The second valve no longer sticks.

Being trained as an engineer, I wanted to know the reason. I believe it's due to the fact that plastic expands much more than brass. In technical circles, the Coefficient of Thermal Expansion--CTE, for short--of plastic is very high.

I've harnessed the different CTEs of materials in the past to maintain the relative locations of lenses in optical assemblies, as the temperature changes. The classic example is binoculars. The lenses cannot move too much when moved from a room at 72 degrees to a cold, winter's day at 0 degrees. If the lenses move different amounts, the image will go out of focus.

Selecting the materials and designing "barrels" of them allows the engineer some artistic latitude. There may be several solutions, but there's usually only one design that will be most efficient for a certain situation and company. Yes, and they pay folks like me to find it. I miss it!

Back to the trumpet. Since the valves are sleeved in stainless steel, which expands relatively little over a rise in temperature; the high-CTE plastic was probably squeezing the steel sleeve enough to bind up the stainless valve.

You may think that these expansions shouldn't make a difference. In many situations they don't, but the valves of a wind instrument must have fairly tight clearances to minimize the effort of playing the instrument. The thermal expansion of the plastic clearly consumed that clearance.

So, don't take a plastic "horn" out marching on a hot Florida day! And don't expect it to perform on a cold New England night, in the bleachers.

Site updates

I've assembled another Odd Florida trip page. This is not the final one! In fact, I'm planning a trip to the Panhandle. This one is definite. The camping trip to the Keys is still a possibility, too.

Until then, please, enjoy my latest write-up here.

While reading the news, I came across an unusual warning. I downloaded it, before it was deleted. Then, I copied it to this web site. I made no changes:


I also added six movies and two TV programs to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Late post

I apologize for being slow to post. I've been cleaning the apartment for the mandatory inspections. A couple of weeks ago, the first one was for the fire alarms and other fire hazards, like not cleaning the tumble-dryer vent screen.

That one didn't bother me. They claimed that it was demanded by Florida law. We know that Floridians are stupid, so I was OK with it. The latest one--scheduled for tomorrow--cited an ambiguous reason. Something about vinyl flooring, of which this apartment has none. Why inspect every unit, then?

Evidently, they found something they didn't like in some of the units. But that's no reason to forcibly inspect every unit. Welcome to Nazi Ger-- Florida! This is the result of a state filled with idiots who have no concept of the Bill of Rights. I, of course, submitted a complaint.

Not that it matters. There are, at least, five idiots (for every one of me) who are just happy to be close to Mickey Mouse-land and Harry Pothead-park that they will surrender all the rights that used to set this country apart from all others.

The countdown

I won't miss this place one bit now. I will miss the good people that I've met; however, the state will hold no favor in my memory. I'd rather have frozen through another winter in my camper in free America.

That's life. Live and learn. Only seventeen weeks left, at the most. I applied for a job back home. We'll see if anything comes of it. I never hold my breath for these things. Usually, one never hears anything after submitting a résumé.

Work

Work is OK. I've been keeping myself busy. The place is no different than most: management is always too busy to keep people working. Fortunately, I know a number of people who can provide me with work.

Next time management complains that there aren't enough people to do the work, I'll try not to laugh too loudly! It seems that I've become a pariah, because I work efficiently. Frankly, I probably make them look bad.

Since I have plenty of spare time, I explored the Lockheed Martin computer network. One link made me laugh. I added it to the funny photos: It sums up the place. They call "All Hands" meetings, but don't invite the contractors or students. So, I refer to the meetings as "all hands with a few fingers missing".

My latest game is seeing what I can do before being laid off. Also, it would be good to escape the bunk--I mean--apartment inspections, and the drones talking about the latest amusement-park ride!

Orlando Eye

Speaking of rides, you may recall that the only one that I like is the Ferris wheel. The Orlando Eye was built by the same folks that put up the London Eye, and it's not that different, surprisingly.

Then, they changed the name. Evidently, people were confusing it with the one in Britain. Did I say that Floridians are dumb? Well, they've decided to call it Icon. It will remain the Orlando Eye to me.

Yes, I'm going to be that guy. I guess I've become an old New Englander who refuses to call a building by its new name, after the new owner changes it. Just like I have found myself giving directions with "turn right where the old barn used to stand."

Real work

Last weekend, my cube mate invited me over to his house to pressure-wash his driveway. Yes, I had remarked that I missed doing similar chores. Personally, I think he didn't think I was being truthful.

We washed most of the driveway and all the sidewalks. (I'll explain why shortly.) Only a small square was left for him to complete the next day. His boys, a fun-loving ten-year-old and a hardworking twelve-year-old, helped us with the task. They really helped, without complaint.

In Florida, anything outside quickly forms a coating of black mold. Steve's--my cubicle mate--Home-Owner Association (HOA) requires that the driveway and sidewalks be cleaned of the mold. Being able-bodied, he thinks it's ridiculous to pay someone to do the job.

I also helped him clean up an old flower bed, so he could replant grass. We removed a dead shrub or, what he called, a tree. Digging is so easy down here. There aren't any roots or chunks of granite to unearth!

It felt good to flex my muscles again. Afterwards, we fished in the HOA's "lake". I caught three bluegills, and he caught two. We saw catfish, or something else, jumping around, but never caught one. Of course, we threw back all the fish. We could've kept them, since we were on private property. The skill is snagging them, not filleting them.

On Monday, he made a point of telling Matt, our cubicle mate, that I was the person to enlist if he needed any landscaping done. I guess I made an impression. I was just doing what I do, and I was selfishly happy to do it. I missed proper work!

Trumpet

The plastic trumpet is no Getzen, for sure. Still, I'm enjoying it! My range and stamina are improving. The trumpet isn't improving as much. The second valve continues to plague me. Sometimes it's OK, but then it cripples me by sticking.

I've cleaned and lubricated it, but I feel the problem is more than I can sort out. I have found that slamming the key down helps. I just can't play like that. This is a musical instrument, not a sledgehammer.

Also, the "Megatone" mouthpiece broke apart. A real Megatone mouthpiece is a solid piece of material. But, I shouldn't complain: this instrument was cheap and performs well when it's working! Repairing it is easy: I love using Crazyglue anyways!

A/C

I thought that the trumpet problems arose from the sticky conditions in the apartment. But, no, that wasn't the reason.

Speaking of which, I finally threw in the towel and turned on the air conditioning in the apartment. I woke up early one morning gasping for breath. The smog tends to settle on this city at night. I figured that I don't need any additional breathing sessions at 3 AM!

Tent

A friend down here lent me some camping gear, when we met this weekend. I had mentioned that camping was the only inexpensive way to stay overnight in the Keys. He, kindly, offered his boys' Boy Scout gear.

I'm beginning to wonder if I can survive a couple of nights in July in the Keys. My friend says that I should be able to. We'll see what I think as the date draws closer. 90 degree days and 80 degree nights with the humidity of the Caribbean may prove too much for my tolerance. Kirk does say that there's a nightly breeze in the Keys...

I did erect the smaller of the two tents inside the apartment. Yes, I'm bringing the backwoods to "luxury" living. They should be happy that I didn't test it outside in the common area, in the rain! (Aye yup.) The tent is in good working order, so I'm ready.

Blake's 7

Kirk and I got to talking about TV and movies in an Irish pub in Winter Park. I remarked that my favorite science fiction show is Blake's 7.

Later, I found that some kind individual has ripped the episodes and posted them on YouTube. I have been watching them again and finding just as much joy as I did when I first watched them. Maybe even more...

The fact that the American audience can be exposed to them unsettles me a bit. It's like finding out that everybody knows your secret friend, who helped you feel important, even special. And helped you make it through turbulent times.

However, as an adult, I recognize that such a gem shouldn't be inaccessible from others. Sure, the road should be hidden. But there's no reason why I should, alone (as I felt it), enjoy the unique ideas.

Actually, I now welcome it. I find myself being surrounded by children who have no idea what liberty means. Some have never known an existence without cameras watching their every move. Or a world without drugs "correcting" the behavior of the majority.

Presented with this revelation: I encourage all to enjoy Blake's 7. Be staggered by Blake's resilience against oppression. Share his pain. Marvel at Avon's calculating coolness. Wish you could control computers, and individuals, like him. And, laugh at Vila's comedic reliefs. And just admire Jenna's beauty.

But, mostly, wake up and realize that life is more than a bubble, or a dome. There's a huge world beyond it!

The next post should bring additions to the GRS database.

Blooming!

And I'm not referring to the British word of profanity! No, the trees in the apartment complex and along Universal Boulevard are flowering. Some are actually producing fruit, too.

The trees are different down here! I like the large, white flowers of the Southern Magnolia. Not familiar, take a look here. (source)

Some of the palm trees are of the date variety and are producing fruit. Here are a couple in California. The ones here look similar, just a bit dumber! (source)

Trumpet

I lubricated the valves and greased the slides today. The second valve is a bit sticky; however, it's getting better as I practice. My embouchure is weak: I've lost significant range. This'll come back. The valve should wear in about the same time that I get back to my previous state.

I'm really impressed by the instrument. OK, sure, the build quality isn't at the same level as my Getzen, but this plastic instrument sounds very good. It takes no more wind than my metal horn. In fact, aside from the sticky valve and the different "kick-out" for the third valve slide, the trumpet plays like my expensive horn. Wow!

I continue to practice movie and TV show themes. I decided that I'm too old to play tunes that I don't want to hear. Of course, most of the themes that I play are classic. But they are recognizable, or will be once I get better!

Until then, I'll mangle the theme for Back to the Future, stumble along with the theme from The Pink Panther, and offer up cracked notes for the Masterpiece, from Masterpiece Theatre.

In my defense, the Silent Brass microphone/mute is very good, but it's still a mute. Playing with any muffler is always more difficult. Though, I am sold on Yamaha's Silent Brass.

It even picks up the echo in this mostly-empty apartment. The reverb is pronounced due to the hard floors and granite countertops, but, mostly, because I have nothing to fill this large volume. (The echo can be a problem when speaking on the mobile phone.)

So when I heard the echo in my headphones, via the Silent Brass, I thought the mute had worked its way out of the bell. Nope, all that could be heard was the usual asthmatic Donald Duck quack. The microphone amplified the would-be echo.

I'm impressed. Modern technology! But, then again, I think a crushed ice-cube dispensing refrigerator is the pinnacle of kitchen technology!

Happy hour?

A few weeks ago, I went to a "happy hour" meeting held by timecard boss. I like Paul, so that's the only reason why I attended his out-of-work meeting. I support good people any chance that I can.

It was a decent time. I met the wife of one of the drawing checkers. Like her husband, she welcomed me and was warm.

Paul chose a meeting place close to the plant, and, thus, close to this apartment. So, I walked there. Yeah, I know: I'm such a tourist! It wasn't that hot and I enjoy walking. My choice elicited some comments from colleagues.

I'll admit that I didn't mind quitting that meeting. I dislike meetings, even informal ones. I spent some time speaking with Paul, and he, again, stated that it's difficult finding individuals with my experience.

I thanked him and presented the usual pleasantries about his person and his management, which are expected in the South. And, you know, I enjoyed it, because it's the truth.

I, finally, left the bar and was basking in the open air. Peace again.

Bald Eagle!

I witness the best things whilst on foot. I saw my first Bald Eagle on a "lake" near the Orange County Convention Center. To be honest, the only reason why I noticed this majectic and powerful bird is because a family had pulled their car off the busy boulevard.

I saw a Bald Eagle! I'll admit that it felt wrong seeing such a beautiful bird outside a convention center and along a fairly busy road. But, I saw a Bald Eagle! Does it matter where?

Ocala National Forest Adventure

My little Mazda is fitted with traction control, and I have a few years' experience towing, off-road, with a car in southern California. Last Sunday, I was playing on the unsealed fire roads in Ocala National Forest. (Not towing anything.) I was following a particular road to an old bombing range.

Then, I hit a decent puddle--leaving a very impressive splash across the front of the car--and watched the front license plate spin off. (It was like in the comics!) On the other side of the dip, the sand depth increased to about a foot. Needless to say, the car became beached. I dug out the sand from underneath and attempted to reverse it out.

After 45 minutes, I swallowed my pride and started walking. I had seen Juniper Springs Recreational Area about three miles back. Oh, and what a perfect day for a walk along the fire road. I even startled a deer. Perhaps, I'm light on my feet?

At the Ranger's Station, I explained my situation. The kind lady began to look up recovery services. Since it was Sunday afternoon, the local choice was closed. She, also, put out a call over the radio. One of her co-workers called a friend, who works for a towing service. Despite being off duty, this man drove down to the Station to pick me up. What kind people!

(This is why I sight-see out in the country. "Old" Florida has plenty of decent folks.)

Kelly, the tow-truck driver, turned out to be an interesting guy. The recent episodes in his life made me thankful for my peaceful, if solitary, existence.

We didn't have much trouble getting the little black car headed back towards the paved roads. It cost me less than visiting Disney World for a day. Of course, I would rather be stuck and have a real-world adventure any day!

Now, I'm going to be more cautious driving off-road. "Florida Sugar Sand" appears out of nowhere! That's the name of the stuff that beached my car.

Florida

I've been making the most of my remaining year down in the "Dumbshine" State. I have a decent "farmer's" tan that tends toward sunburn. Yes, I'm a redneck

Yesterday, I helped Matt do some work on his car. Oh, how I miss working on cars! I even miss being oily and, generally, distasteful! The sense of accomplishment from working on a car is unparalleled.

Trumpet

Since I'm stuck down here for another 19 weeks, I splurged and purchased a plastic trumpet. $170 is all that it cost! OK, yes: it's plastic. I'm still trying to get the valves and slides working properly; but, it's a musical instrument.

The sound is deeper than a brass instrument. I think that's because the ring from a plastic bell is a lower frequency than that from a metal bell. No biggie to me.

The quality is pretty good. Of course, I'm coming from a Getzen, so I've been spoiled. This plastic trumpet's not entry level, though. Take a look at it. It came with a stand, too.



I brought my music and a mouthpiece when I returned. Though, the plastic trumpet came with two Mega Tone mountpieces. Amazing. I remember when one was lucky to get one 'piece with a metal horn. I must be showing my age? And, I've never tried a Mega Tone.

Either way, I'm really looking forward to practicing again. I have a Yamaha Silent Brass mute/microphone, so I shouldn't upset the neighbors any more than I have already!

Young?

Today, I was asked for photo identification to purchase beer. I scoffed, which upset the cashier. That was not my intention, and I told her so. It's just that I'm not used to being "carded".

I guess I looked much younger than I am? She was surprised when I remarked that I'm doing well for being nearly forty. I credit the acquisition of a new trumpet as the reason. Being able to resume a hobby made me feel good, and possibly appear younger?

Site updates

I've added eight movies & two TV programs to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Returned

I'm back to finish up my contract. I've only about five months left. Many may question why I am counting the time until I can leave Florida.

I knew the reason as soon as I landed at Boston airport. I felt like I was home. (Yes, it's Mass, but it's still New England.) The cooler temperature, real trees, the New Hampshire mountains in the background; these are invigorating.

Instant celebrity?

My elation continued when I arrived at the car rental center. I was an instant celebrity, because of my choice of rental car. Yes, as has become my tradition whilst traveling domestically, I reserved a convertible Mustang.

Bruno, at the Enterprise counter, asked if I wanted to "upgrade" to a BMW convertible. With all due respect to the Germans, no BMW can be more stylish than a Mustang. I told him so, which probably cemented my temporary status as cool.

Before Amanda showed me around the red Mustang, she displayed "the coolest, useless feature" of the car. (Don't forget this is New England. They think valet parking is excessive.)

The Ford is fitted with puddle lights. These projector lights are situated in the door mirrors and illuminate the ground just outside the cabin with wild horses. Very cool... and useless. But I was on vacation, so it was just cool to me!

The weather in Boston was a balmy 40 degrees with sun, so the top had to go down. In the darkness of the parking garage, I managed to find the single top release. (No double latches.) I tugged a bit, but couldn't get the top to go back. Fortunately, my "instant celebrity" not only attracted attention, but sympathy. A guy working for the rental company showed me that the top was electric. Of course!

When I presented my driving license to exit the parking garage, the lady said that I looked good in the car. As I threaded my way to New Hampshire, I got quite a few looks. Who's this idiot in an open car? Answer: someone happy to be home!

It took me until I reached 495 to realize that I was passing everybody. The traffic was light, and I was used to the higher speed limits in Florida. This realization was well timed, because on 495 there was a car pulled over by the coppers.

Home

At home, I was able to examine the car. It is a damned stylish car. Far too cool for me, but I can hope!


The 'stang only has a four cylinder engine: the V6 had been discontinued. This four-banger was turbocharged. At the peak boost of one atmosphere--you know that I quickly found this limit--the engine develops 310 horsepower.

This propels the red ragtop to 60 mph noticeably quicker than my Mazda. I did perform a quick test on a 55 mph road, and figure the red Ford could achieve the speed in seven-and-a-half to eight seconds. Not bad for a rental car!

I ended up putting 842 miles on the clock in twelve days. This distance more than doubled the mileage on the clock, when I picked up the car.

So, if you saw a red Mustang convertible sailing around the Monadnock region in early April, you probably saw me! And, if you honked, smiled, or waved: thank you!

Papiers, bitter

(I hope I got the German spelling correct!)

I visited my home Walgreens to purchase a large mobile phone card. Yes, I still buy airtime by the minute. I cannot justify an expensive plan for how little I use my mobile 'phone.

I had become accustomed to the false "how are you" whilst shopping at Florida locations. So when my phone card was checked-out by a gentleman who I recognized, I expected to be asked the usual question: "Do you have a wellness card?"

I restrain myself in such instances, and don't say that I prefer to be ill. I'm an aspiring writer, after all; and we view health as a needlessly expensive nuance of life.

But, in New Hampshire, I got something else. It was probably due to the fact that the lady in front of me was strangely "up" and looked like she was a trophy wife. Of course, she had a wellness card and all her immunizations, to boot.

The check-out man asked if I had my immunizations. When I responded that I forgot when I last had any immunization (and he could tell that I wasn't interested), he declared that he would spare me the entire spiel. Instead, he complained about it.

What's the big fuss? Well, if you say that you haven't had your immunizations, Walgreens has instructed its employees to offer to "escort you back to the pharmacy to get the shots".

What the f^ck? "Escort"? Is this Nazi Germany? Sometimes I wonder, especially when it comes to these massive corporations. (To them, we're not individuals. We are potential profit. The "sicker" we are, the more profitable we are.)

A literary state

The conversation proceeded to 1984. Where else in the U.S. will you be able to talk about a controversial, classic novel in a pharmacy? I, definitely, cannot find similar service in Flori-duh. Another reason why I count the weeks until I can leave.

Weather

The weather back home was not too "spring-y", upon my arrival. It snowed or rained about a third of the time. For instance, it sleeted Sunday night into Monday morning. There were delays in school starts in NH in April!

Students

My mother is a teacher, back home. (This is probably the most self-sacrificing job.) She asked me to speak with her students. Maybe I could inspire a few young individuals?

I was blown away by the enthusiasm of her students! They were, also, adorable. Their unleashed vivacity was inspiring, too!

I soaked up the positive energy and was glad to answer the youngsters' questions. And what great questions they were! A few of them made me stop and think. Yes, I've been questioned by military officials. They couldn't stump me. Leave it to a child to make me stop and think!

I think my rental car made the most impression, because one of the boys asked where I worked and then said, "that's where I'll work".

Schools

Mom gave me a tour of her school. The building is impressive and has a good energy. I met her friends and colleagues. They are all kind, good people.

I noticed that the whole environment was much more positive than my usual workplaces. No doubt this is due to the fact that schools are productive places, and defense contractors create destructive things.

Return

The return air flight was delayed by about two hours. The airplane was a bit worn, and the pilot arrived late. Once underway, my neighbor remarked that the armrest control for the TV screen was from the '90s. How quickly people forget that they're flying in a feat of engineering at a speed approaching that of sound, high above the ground.

Site updates

I've added five movies & one TV program to the GRS database. Enjoy!

I apologize for the delay posting this entry. It took me a bit to get back into the swing of life here in the swamp state!

Spring break

I'm returning home for almost two weeks on Friday. I'm as happy as a--err--crab. See what I mean in the below Youtube video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDU_Txk06tM

Work

This work week passed fairly quietly. I've gotten to know the drawing checkers. These gentlemen ensure that my blueprints are clear and concise. I've learned some good practices from them, too.

One of them asked if my determination, to leave as soon as my contract is completed, depended on an expiration of per diem. (Per diem is a shorthand for money paid to a worker living more than 50 miles from home.)

I told him that wasn't the reason, because I'm not getting any per diem money. (Though, I can still deduct living expenses from tax.) I simply reiterated my reasoning: I miss home, adding that my life is on hold whilst I'm down here.

Not to be left out, the girl in the group--remember she dropped her work on me?--tried to point out faults with one of my designs. Of course, they weren't problems. Explaining "how the wheel works" to her did allow me to pass some idle time. And, I do enjoy writing, even if it's just e-mail messages...

Universal?

This afternoon, my adventurous side pushed me into walking along a lonely road. This road parallels the fast-moving Universal Boulevard, which I've walked many times. From the apartment complex, I had seen quite a bit of activity in the early mornings along this small road. Today, I saw many trailers and a water filtration (?) site and some parked trucks.

But, mostly, I was just enjoying the trees and the relative peace that they afford when a guy in a pick-up truck drove by me. I thought it odd that he was holding his phone in front of him. It seemed like he was using the satellite navigation or speakerphone. But, I soon learned that he was taking my photo. Yeah, I'm so photogenic

Shortly later, a Jeep with the Universal Studios logo on the door stopped in front of me on this lonely road. The driver pulled out his phone to videotape me and asked what I was doing. Realizing my mistake, but keeping my cool, I remarked that I live in the apartment complex visible behind him.

He said that this road was on private property. I apologized and asked if the obvious road back to Universal Blvd would take me back to public property. And they are serious, because the Jeep slowly followed me back to the noisy road.

Local history

This episode pushed me to research the property around the apartment complex. Where am I living? What's going on?

Yes, even Orlando has history! Originally, Universal Boulevard was called Republic Drive. It connected the Beachline Rip-off--I mean--Expressway or the 528. (This toll road allows fast transit to the "Space Coast". It's a rip-off because it's too expensive when compared to the plethora of other toll roads in Florida.)

When Republic Drive was extended north past I-Don't-Drive, allowing communication with the Universal Studios Theme Park, the road was renamed Universal Blvd. But renaming a road must have kicked Universal's greed into overdrive.
(source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Drive)

Since then, Universal--with Comcast money--has been gobbling up the industrial land east of the boulevard and north to Sand Lake Road. They've submitted plans for office buildings. It won't be long until some sort of park is constructed.
(source: https://www.wftv.com/news/local/universal-orlando-files-development-plans-for-property-near-orange-county-convention-center/694097373#)

I used to admire cattle grazing on the nearby range at Shingle Creek. The fact that Comcrass has purchased the land may be why the cows are now gone. Having hamburgers with legs damages the illusions created by the Universal theme park.

Don't live here

I'm so very, very glad that I will be out of here in September. This apartment complex and the sister one, that's currently being constructed, are going to be in the backyard of a Nintendo theme park or something equally fake.

It'll probably be not unlike the Bibleland amusement park that plagued Fletch's Louisana neighbors in Fletch Lives. Lights and fireworks will be always there. These days, I see the fireworks from Disney and a searchlight from Universal. But, I can ignore them quite easily. That won't be the case in the future.

Remember that I live very close to the Lockheed Martin facility? Well, Universal's land surrounds the campus of this defense contractor. A new theme park could spring up quickly, as in a couple of years. (Building is quick and easy here because buildings are all based on a slab-on-grade. Of course, they must fill a bit of the swamp first.)

Entertainment has overtaken war?--I mean, defense? I wonder how long until all reality disappears from American life. That's something to contemplate. It happened to the Roman Empire. But, of course, we're different...

Big site update

The first thing you've probably noticed is that the site shows up without you being warned that it's insecure! Yes, I purchased a TLS (Transport Layer Security) certificate. This protocol used to be called SSL (Secure Sockets Layer), and I still call it that.

Essentially, it ensures that I, Bill, own and operate this web site. That way, an encrypted communication may be set-up between your browser and Bill's Universe.

Originally, SSL was developed to protect merchants and customers who transacted business through HTTP, a fancy name for the Internet. Though, last month Google decided to start marking down sites without SSL certificates. Bastards!

Firefox and other browsers followed suit by labeling uncertified sites as unsecured. I can explain why I think they did it, but I don't want to bore you. So, nowadays any site that has a form, like the GRS search feature is frowned upon without an SSL certificate, and shoved to the back of all search results.

The certificate is not cheap, so I hope you enjoy it. In fact, I had to pay for a dedicated IP address just to use the certificate. And all because the folks at Google decided to be corporate assholes.

On the upside, I interacted with a very competent technician at the company hosting this site. She saw that I had a custom site and took the time to update my file so that the SSL certificate would work. She also has a pretty phone voice. Thank you, Ms. Good Phone-Voice!

Normal site updates

I've added four movies & one TV program to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Work

I made some major progress on the highly visible work that was dropped on me. Yup, the girl, who should have had it done last year, was not too happy giving it to me. She actually dropped it on the desk, startling me. I really "feel" the spirit of working together!

My diligence with regards to these tasks actually garnered responses from the other contractors. Evidently, they're not used to my pace. Even the chief engineer--who I have nicknamed Mister Abuse--commented on my pace.

How sad is that? Sure, I work with efficiency, but I'm no quicker than the average New England worker. I mentioned this to a long-time friend, a fellow, travelled, New Englander; and he remarked that Florida is still part of the South.

Management declared that I'll be here past the middle of September. (That is, after my contract ends.) Plainly, they're desperate; so if you want a job working for the largest U.S. defense contractor, at their largest Orlando campus, now is the time to apply!

Honeybees

My friend, who looks after my place whilst I'm away, checked the bee hive one of those 70-degree days. I asked him to knock gently on the side. This, I am told, should elicit a buzz. He heard nothing.

Uh oh! I related this to the previously-mentioned long-time friend. He grew up on a farm in Massachusetts, and his father kept honeybees to ensure his apple trees were productive.

Well, he said that 'bees are tuned to the height of the sun in the sky, and not the temperature. He believes that my 'bees are OK. They are just hibernating and are, thus, unresponsive.

I'll know for sure in about three weeks. I'm really looking forward to returning home for a week and (nearly) a half in April. It looks like there'll still be some snow around. I may have to be creative when I tend to the 'bees. Opening the hive in cool temperatures can cause chilled brood.

Washing the car, in March!

I washed the car today. There's a spray-off booth in the complex that makes washing cars cheap. In fact, if I ignore the fuel required to move it to the bay, I spend 50-75 cents per wash.

This car is a link to my home. That's probably why I take such good care of this economy car. It's also cool being able to wash a car in March!

Herbs (not those!)

I also visited a shop selling herbs. Usually, these places are incense-burning hideouts for Hippies. This one balanced the free spirit attitude with the driven mentality of an entrepreneur.

The little shop was almost too crowded just after it opened. The lady--maybe the owner?--was clearly a kind individual with a good energy. What a pleasant, little shop! I mentioned that it was convenient not having to order herbs whilst down in central Florida. She informed me that they also ship herbs. I think this place will be my choice in the future.

www.gypsyherbshop.com

"Old" Orlando

The shop is located in, what I call, "old" Orlando. The buildings are low-slung and unpretentious, housing a variety of businesses from herbs to machining tools to election moderators. Yes, whatever they are!

The neighborhoods are modest, working class abodes, built in the late '60s or '70s. They are in a decent state of repair. People were walking around, too. This is unsual for Florida. Only tourists seem to walk around. (My actions fit me into this group.)

The people walking around the neighborhoods were black. I, then, realized that the other motorists were also black. In fact, I was the odd one out. It probably didn't help that my car sports out-of-state plates, and I had the windows down and was enjoying music at a "summer" volume.

Racism

Like when I visited Pine Hills, my presence created no problems. Yes, I was definitely noticed. A bicyclist even did a double-take. I enjoyed my drive through the area, and will do it again!

Judging a person by their appearance really upsets me. I'll relate an episode that shows that rascism is alive and well in Florida. A co-worker, upon learning where I was from, said it was a good place to live because it's mostly white. I was taken aback, and I was insulted.

Enough already! Aren't there more important problems to work out?

Work

This week passed without problems. It really helps having the tools necessary to complete my job! I was asked to pick up some work left behind by a co-worker. I can't be doing too bad of a job!

Trip page

The best part of this past week was being off work on Friday. I drove to the Everglades. I saw some cool sites. They're described at the end of this trip page.

But, be sure to read the page from the beginning! It's just as important as the ending. In fact, what I saw in Santos is my favorite oddity in Florida so far.

Florida

The weather continues to impress me. The temperature and humidity are agreeable. My drives outside the city are enriched by the lovely scent of orange blossoms. Yes, the orange groves are flowering. Oh, what a wonderful fragrance!

Dyed grey hair?

We're all growing older by the minute. So, I don't understand this trend that I've seen among females down here. These women, who are obviously younger than me, are tinting their hair totally grey.

I've tolerated blue, purple, and even green hair. (In fact, a twenty-something girl used to change the color of her hair a couple times a month. She earned a place in my memory as Miss Blue-hair.) But, choosing grey as a hair color... hmm?

All I can think is that these females think it makes them look wise and dignified. Don't they realize that grey hair may work for men, who typically think using hair dye is "girlie". And that's alright because men come to terms with growing old, and along the way learn a few things.

Or maybe it's a protest against the social concept that old women are not attractive? Yes, men who are old, fat, and ugly still seem to be appealing, unlike many old women.

Old age

What people need to realize is that there's more to an individual than appearance. This may be the round-about idea pursued by the dyed-grey women?

I've met some older women who are beautiful. Their beauty lies not in their physical appearance, but with their personality and soul. These are features that never age. As someone remarked: "Beauty is only skin deep. Ugly goes clean through to the bone."

Site updates

I've added three movies & two TV programs to the GRS database.

Work

This past week was particularly annoying. Management's incompetence meant that I didn't have the computer tools to do my job. I had been trying to get this problem sorted out since I started. Fortunately, an IT guy was sympathetic and solved the unusual problem.

I'm not impressed with this very large defense contractor. The focus seems to be on their silly company and the personalities that comprise it, and not on the men and women who are on the battlefield.

Visiting Florida?

Now is the best weather that I've seen yet. It feels like coastal southern California, but with a strong breeze. This is the time to visit central Florida.

I've been visiting more odd sites. I plan to see some more tomorrow. Then, I'll have enough content for another Odd Florida trip page.

German

We know that the German language is unique. It's tendency to be very literal isn't the only way that it separates itself from the Romantic languages, and even English. This short Youtube film exaggerates the differences. It's a bit funny, too:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-YroapQT5g

Site updates

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

Jigsaw puzzle

I completed another jigsaw puzzle. Recall that I've been taking photos of this puzzle as I assembled it? I made a movie of the images. It's not perfect, because I couldn't leave the camera in one position. Still, it's kind of neat. Click the thumbnail, if you wish to view the 4 MB GIF! (Note, you may have to download the file and open it, if the file doesn't play in your Internet browser.)

Work

I moved yet again. This second move was just a shift within the cubicle. I thought this relocation would be a cinch. I was wrong. The LAN drop wasn't active, so I couldn't log into the computer. I couldn't even telephone for help! (A drawback of Voice-Over-Internet-Protocol phones?)

While the emergency request made its way through the system, I goofed off for a day. My new desk used to be occupied by an IT person. He or she left behind brightly-colored stickers with simple phrases, which can be comical when strategically placed on objects. I think you can imagine what I did with them

So I wouldn't turn the entire cubicle into an IT-themed amusement park of color and double entendre, I took the following day off. I was fortunate, because the port was activated late that day. Thanks, Matt, for keeping me up-to-date on the progress.

I made-up my day off during the "off" Friday. That day, my program boss tried to persuade me to stay longer in Florida. I almost feel bad about sticking to my guns. Almost.

Late February in Florida

Though, I can't complain about the weather. The overcast skies and wind have departed. Now, it's in the mid 80s and mostly sunny. I enjoyed my long weekend walk. Previously, I had had to cope with gusts of better than 40 mph.

A real Floridian

Most of the people that I've gotten to know, here, have relocated from the North. However, there is one man who welcomed me at work on my first day. He continues to be kind and generous with his time.

For instance, even though I dislike asking for help, he has never turned me away. In fact, he has always stopped what he was doing to help solve my dilemma. He is the definition of Southern hospitality.

This weekend, he invited me to his home. He showed me around his town, which I had previously visited and really enjoyed (see the trip page here). I met his two dogs--who are wonderful--and his son who's going to shine.

Thanks, Kirk, for reminding me that central Florida isn't just about rodents, money, and tourism!

The True Oldies Channel

In the past, I have written about listening to The True Oldies Channel. I have been tuning in whenever I am in the apartment. (They don't have any commercials when streamed, so it all Oldies, all the time. It's awesome!)

Last weekend, I was listening whilst working on the computer. Then, "the D.J. on duty", Mr. Scott Shannon, said that people from my hometown had requested a song.

I have wanted to send an e-mail message to Scott before; but, now I had a good reason to write. I sent him a message saying that it was wonderful hearing a request from my small town. I explained that I was down in Mickey-Mouse land for work, but missed home.

Yesterday, I heard Scott start a "shout-out" that perked me up. I don't know why. It was just a feeling.

"Bill [family name] heard his hometown, [town where I live], New Hampshire, on the True Oldies Channel and wrote in to say that he was listening while working in Orlando." He then wished me a safe return home. How cool is that?!

I've never heard any mention of me on the radio before, despite having sent messages to a few DJs in the past. What a cool cat Michael, Scott, Shannon is! Thank you. You made my week! Keep rocking!

Work

I wasn't blamed for anything this week. They'll make up for it next week. Or, maybe not...

This past week, the manager who signs my timecards--yes, I have to distinguish between them, because I have so many "managers"--asked if I was coming back.

You see, I have planned my spring break back home and informed the managers of my future absence. (It's a perk of being a contractor: we don't have to show up, and don't have to ask permission for leave. The balance is made by the fact that they can dismiss us instantly.)

So, my "timecard" manager stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I would return after my spring break. I told him that I would be back to finish my contract. That's when he asked if I wanted a contract extension.

Many thoughts crossed my mind at that moment. None were ones of working past September. All were ideas of breaking the news to him that I dislike being in Florida and miss my home.

Fortunately, I didn't pause. Instead, I voiced my thoughts plainly and with neutral bias: "I don't care for Florida, and I miss my home; so, I do not want an extension."

Now, Lockheed Martin is still looking for warm bodies with a security clearance to fill positions. They can't seem to attract them. (Maybe they should offer more money!)

This manager said that everyone likes working with me, and they appreciate the quality of my work. He said that it's tough finding individuals like me. I thought: of course, you're having trouble. I've seen the average worker: he/she doesn't really care about doing a good job in a timely fashion.

I am driven by the New England work ethic and a personal sense of pride in providing the best product possible. People working in the "defense" industry frequently forget that men and women depend on these devices to survive the day.

This fact is something that is rarely out of my mind. I do not agree with the choices of the military; however, I want my fellow Americans to have the best possible chance of surviving their daily conflict.

My reason for turning down any extension elicited an attempt at persuasion. I just re-iterated my need to be back home, and the fact that I wouldn't relocate to the Sunshine State. Still, it's flattering to be wanted not even halfway through my contract.

Dumb shines

Last Sunday, I saw police lights flashing in the distance. One can see quite far in Florida, due to its flat terrain. When I finally reached the scene, there was a car completely on the median perpendicular to road traffic.

How the idiot spun his car onto the elevated, grassy median escapes me. It was a clear and warm day. It hadn't rained for days. The sun was shining. My only conclusion is that Universal Boulevard turns slightly at that point.

There is a control inside the average automobile: it's round and right in front of the driver. You can't miss it: use it! I'll just whisper, "I see dumb people: they're everywhere."

When can I leave? I may not miss being ignored and abused by New Englanders. But, at least, they're not dumb!

Site updates

I've added seven movies & one TV program to the GRS database. I have a new recent favorite, too! See it here.

I've added a new quote from my latest favorite movie:

How do you manage drinking during the day?
Practice.
Darkest Hour

Work

Another work week accomplished. I was blamed, for something that I didn't do, only once this week. It was a good week!

Puzzle

The assembly of the jigsaw puzzle is coming along well. I am taking photos. We'll see if it'll make a neat time-lapse video of GIF.

Video

Speaking of videos, this YouTube movie is worth watching:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3oItpVa9fs

Site updates

I've added eight movies & one TV program to the GRS database. Enjoy!

Work

I couldn't justify working a lot of extra hours this past week. The leisurely, Floridian pace of work strikes again. I did get in a few hours of overtime. More importantly, I developed a new skill. In fact, it's highly desirable, which should help when I look for another contract near home in August.

Yes, I had been planning to save enough money to build my cabin and finish work on my property. Instead, "I have been foolishly squandering my money on [an apartment]." I think that's sort of how the Fletch quote goes.

Admittedly, I occupy an apartment very near the job, and by myself. Still, even in "cheap" Florida it costs me about $50 a day! That's more than $2 an hour. Something to think about...

Florida

Florida is alright. It is, finally, raining. It makes everything better. The air pollution, despite the cool temperatures, is obvious to me. Not to locals, though.

I really shouldn't complain because I walked to the grocery in flip-flops this morning. And a cute, if shy, girl bagged my purchases. Really, there are worse places to spend another seven months and two weeks. Not that I'm counting!

Also, while I was writing my latest trip page (link below), someone has been blasting a football match. Superbowl? This has pissed off residents. I actually enjoy it. People being individuals and not cardboard cut-outs trying to live the "perfect" life are refreshing.

I'm half tempted to find the apartment and thank them. Of course, I would probably be roped into their event. I like drunk people, but I draw the line at American football. It's too bread and circuses for me.

I'll, instead, enjoy having the windows open and blasting my favorite Oldies station. Who'll complain with that racket going on below me?! In fact, I feel like I'm back in my apartment in the "ghetto". Familiar is great. Hopefully, they won't progress to the drug deals and visits by the police!

Site updates

I've added the second part of Odd Florida. The trip may be enjoyed here.

I've researched the subjects in the page. But, if you find something amiss, please let me know!

Work

I've been working overtime, which is a good thing! The eleven hour days work for me. I was used to being away from home for twelve or thirteen hours, so it brings some familiarity to this, still, un-familiar place. The extra pay is good, too

I mentioned that I ran out of work to the right person. So, for now, I have plenty of work to keep me busy beyond normal working hours.

My work ethic has also impressed a young Systems Engineer--remember when a Systems Engineer was an individual nearing retirement, who'd seen almost everything?--who will gladly share some work when I am running low. Good kid.

No lengthy commutes this past week. I keep an eye on the traffic now. Once bitten, twice shy...

Other stuff

I visited a co-worker's place in the countryside north and west of Orlando. He's slowly building a home for retirement. He let me drive his backhoe, too! What a massive machine when compared to the "toys" that I've rented. Powerful!

My new jigsaw puzzle is coming along well. I take a photo everytime before I work on it. I'm hoping that I can assemble them into a time lapse movie. It may be crap, but it'll be my piece of crap. Maybe I'll call it modern art? If you don't like it, then you plainly don't understand it!

I have also made a vegetarian Thai curry a couple of times. "Ummm, [food]." The recipe was too soupy for me; so, I'm going to reduce the water or add more veggies next time.

I will put together another Odd Florida page soon. I visited a few sites a couple of weeks ago. Stay tuned!

Site updates

Speaking of updates, I've added six movies to the GRS database. Enjoy!

News

This week marked a couple of firsts for me. The Orange County Conference Center was running a big conference or some such this past Tuesday through Thursday.

My Tuesday evening commute was an hour longer than normal. The apartment is so close, that it normally only takes me ten minutes to return.

So one hour and ten minutes once in a while is annoying; however, I'm used to such long evening commutes being accompanied by snow. Not down here: I had the windows down! I averaged a bit more than 1 mph that day.

Another first was that I saw an alligator! It had crawled through the swamp channel--I mean, drainage ditch--onto the workplace property. Since I work in a secured place, I couldn't take a photo.

I've started another jigsaw puzzle. They're beneficial in so many ways!

I worked thirteen hours of overtime this week. It felt good. I guess, I'm used to long days. (I used to spend three hours in the car every work day.)

The weather down here has been pleasantly cool. The locals are bundled up and look at me with bewildered eyes as I walk around in short sleeves. I'm soaking it up!

The Grand Tour

The guys have found their groove again. This second season of The Grand Tour is like the final few series of Top Gear. The photography is also Top Gear-esque. Love it!

Site updates

I've uploaded four movies & three TV programs to the GRS database. These additions put the total over 2,600 entries! Enjoy!

Happy New Year!

Thank you for visiting and keeping up with this web site during 2017. Here's to another productive year in 2018!

Last night, the normally quiet hallway of this apartment building sounded like a scene from The Purge! As in the film, I was ready to dispatch any intruders

I've had a lot of spare time this past weekend. I have finished a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle and visited more odd Floridian sites. A frequent visitor provided some information about the sites in the first trip page.

This kind gesture has made me feel guilty for not doing the research before uploading. I'll be sure to correct this omission for the future pages!

The holidays have diminished my ability to get DVDs from Netflix. I have, instead, discovered some TV programs that I have acquired fom other sources.