Spent the day down at grandpa’s, cleaning it up one more time before it gets rented out. Weeded the truck farm plot, moved a lot of dirt with shovels, then saw a mysterious hole. In it was the septic tank; one of the railroad ties used as the lid (and then covered with dirt, not a complete redneck operation) had rotted out after 50 years (imagine that). So we spent the next few hours moving a lot of dirt with shovels and the backhoe. Cut some new timbers, stretched a new tarp, and re-covered it all with dirt. So needless to say, had a bit of… grunge, let’s say, going on. Took a shower first, then grilled up some corn (since corn season is starting! Yay!) and mushed up the leftover Kentucky fried rat from lunch and the leftover vindaloo from supper yesterday, and called it a meal. Served with a nice Dos Equis, because I obviously don’t care what you think, it was darn tasty, and now I’m watching the baseball game and contemplating a gin and tonic. If only I could work up the energy to stand up, it might just happen.
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As per request, a close up of my tiny emergency/dress pants/loose thread cutting Spyderco. It’s been living mostly full time in my pocket organizer, and doesn’t get that much use, but after two or three years of that it’s still sharp enough to shave the hairs off my arm. A solid little thing, I quite like it.
A guy on a motorcycle with a lacrosse stick on his back. Which of course reminded me of the best music video ever made:
Luckily, no evil robot football players were chasing him, so I don’t think the Future of Bloodball is here yet.
Drove through a cloud of smoke made by a bunch of Mennonites branding calves, and now I want a steak.
My dentist appointment got moved up to tomorrow, which means I don’t have to spend the next two weeks dreading it, but also means I don’t have the next two weeks to mentally prepare for it either. Three fillings need to be re-done, not the end of the world, but oh how I hate the sound of the drill and the feeling of the fingers-on-blackboard scraping in my head.
Something we found at grandpa’s, probably from his dad. According to the internet, they were made from 1880-1910. This one has been shot to hell and halfway back; doesn’t lock up tight at all and, well, notice the homemade hammer–great grandad was a Kansas blacksmith and I’m sure he made it himself.
Camaro in background for scale.
So the ol’ dentist I’ve been going to for my entire life finally retired, and in the in-between time it took to get a new dentist I skipped an appointment. In that time frame I’ve developed another few cavities–hooray for me. So another $500 will be leaving my pocket in a couple weeks.
Teeth are expensive suckers to have in this day of high-fructose corn syrup… but I guess the alternative is worse. Wonder how much it would take to get set up like Jaws–bet he never had to floss.
648 pounds of rusty fence is worth $25.92
In my Amazon cart right now:
Like I said, I don’t have a problem, I can stop anytime I want to.