I’ve recorked my glue bottle. The mechanical assembly is complete, and as soon as I figure out the how, I’ll move on to the sanding stage. This is all new to me, and I’ve already made substantial mods to the original kit. Yes, it “voids the warranty”, as if a box of wood pieces actually is protected from the excesses of a glue bottle or an out-of-control sanding pad.
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The distance from “Come look at this” to squatting on the floor, disassembling a table was shorter than I would have guessed. Required going home to unload the groceries and find an adjustable wrench, actually. Still not sure of all the details, but I’m involved in a transfer of furniture from one place to another; I’ll be better able to figure things out when that table is back on its four legs.
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I haven’t realized just how difficult the life of a student can be, for a very long time. At a distance from the classroom, I’d forgotten just how many details there can be, for any subject. Couple that with immature filters; on a new subject, the points that are important get lost in the fog.
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On the counter, a small bunch of bananas… no blackening of the peels, so I don’t have to perform the conversion into banana bread just yet. In fact, maybe I’ll get my daily source of potassium and other stuff, just by eating one. They were bound with a blue and white plastic garland, with the intriguing text “Organic Biologique”. And so, I’ve eaten one, peeled of course, and it tasted just like a “banana”. Which leads me to wonder how much extra I paid for the label.
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This afternoon, I completed my very first streaming video broadcast. Used Periscope, and although my bandwidth was quite ordinary, there were a few people tuned in. Even cooler, I was able to watch the content, later; what I missed in real time, etc.
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For years, one of my favourite movie quotes has been “If you build it, he will come”. Why? Because there’s a truth behind it, and we have a similar case close to home. Back, four decades ago, a family in the area offered their field as a place to come and play; in particular, traditional music.
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Lost in a retro moment here. Put on a hits album from the Box Tops (they had a string of records when I was in high school) and realized that they still “had it”, even though I’d ignored them for decades. Probably a lot more of that kind of tarnished gold around here. Obviously, I’m here with the dog, who doesn’t ever complain about my choice of music.
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Two weeks now, we’ve condensed the mid-week Idol moments into a couple of hours of intense concert. Good way of doing things, from where I sit. The advertising would not have added anything to the experience. Plus, seeing twelve performers at a time gives a sense of who is suited for the role of AI, where your moment of fame will last about that long, unless you have something better than average.
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Let’s set the “storm chips” joking aside, although I did buy a packaged potato product while over to the local store this afternoon. It leapt into my arms, along with the milk and other stuff, bought just because the need could arise. We’re on storm alert, and when flurries changed to heavy snowfall around suppertime, the only member of the household who seemed to be offput by the weather was the dog. He HAS to go outside, if you get my drift, into the drift. He doesn’t seem impressed by the experience.
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There was pressure applied, of the psychological variety. A job, that had to be done, by me. And so, faced with an increasing level of timely reminders, I decided to get busy. Found a nail, and a studfinder. Measured and checked the level (pointless, really; only one nail). All to hang a clock, in exactly the right place.
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