The “other” 1970s.

Seems everybody born past a certain date has discovered the 1970s.

I get it, each era has its flavor. I’m into the 1920s, for…. reasons.

Ruby and Jodi. Accountability.

Ruby the “8 Passengers” diva out west and her life coach, defrocked therapist Jodi are now facing the reality of  living in a fantasy world.

Tuesday’s Complaints

I have come to the conclusion that people with tidy houses, be they some sort of influencer, Martha Stewart, or most of the people who aren’t me that live in my neighborhood, are people with no interests outside of football, frosted tips, and or decorating their houses with things other people made, usually in China, and therefore easy to swap out and replace with the next big trend.

What is the last thing you learned? Response

Daily writing prompt

What is the last thing you learned?

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I have learned that the following native woods in my region naturally glow under black light.

Let it glow, let it glow…

Doing a bit of research and then field experimentation, I have found that yes, Black locust wood DOES glow bright yellow green under black light. I’d heard the rumors, and after acquiring a Black locust board at our local timber dealer, I tried it.

Odds and Ends and Other Catchup Stuff

Aside from various medical emergencies and scheduled procedures, I’ve not been up to much. Or much has not been up to me.

Whatever

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? (Repsonse)

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If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

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There will never be a biography about me, and therefore no title, because:

1. I am not interesting.
2. I will never be interesting, even if I was on fire.
3. I have never broken new ground in anything.
4. I am short, dumpy, and weird.
5. I would not look good on the cover of a book anybody would ever care to read even if it was a mandatory seventh grade English assignment.
6. My experience of the world generally includes the word “no”.
7. Danny DaVito would, were such a book ever produced and then turned into a movie, play me. And he’d be the better looking, more interesting of the two of us.

As stated above, there will never, ever be a biography written about me, so shoo.

People I do not “get”: Borrowed Makeup Girl

There are many featherless bipeds I simply do not “get”.

Perhaps it’s a spectrum thing, or I’m just socially dense, but they don’t want me to solve their problem, they want me to feel what they feel, or… something?

The Bandsaw and I

Last weekend, the spouse had emergency gall bladder removal surgery, pretty nasty, but hey, we got there in time. While recovering, he walked me through changing the broken 1/8″ broken blade for a 1/2″  unbroken blade so now I’m back at it: making large pieces of wood into small pieces of wood.

I am a human beaver.

Sports, um, hooray?

Bloganuary writing prompt

What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

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I am about as athletic as the rock Charlie Brown gets every Halloween.