Monday, September 16, 2019

New History is New

The world looks weird. History has always been revised, but rarely have so many been alive who saw it as it was before it was revised. "That ain't right," is a common thought when some new revision is broadcast.

Weird may not mean bad, but it probably isn't good. Learning lessons from the past is hard when the past is revised to demonize or glorify. There may not be any actual history recorded within a lifetime, if this keeps up.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Long Hot

The clock just hit 7:30, but it feels like it should be ten o'clock. Glad I cut grass, yesterday. No plans have been accomplished all day, aside from "eat and vegetate." There were several naps, too.

Looks like another hot week ahead. The AC in the office doesn't seem to do a good enough job, even though it keeps the air below 72 in there. Motivation fights the good fight, but 100 degrees fights harder.

Come on football weather.

Saturday, September 14, 2019


Life alters you. Every day you're changed. There's so much energy expended in fighting the changes. It's wasted.

You're gonna change.

It sure would be nice to know what's going to change next, though. Some sort of heads-up would be appreciated. You probably already know. I wish I had the insight most people seem to have.

Then again, I probably don't want to know.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Going Back

It's nice to reintroduce yourself to things you've enjoyed in the past. It's almost new, again. Whether it be a type of food, a game, or a place you used to regularly visit, there's always something you don't remember about it that makes it almost as good as the first time.

There will be things you see, though, that you'd tried to forget. You'll remember it's impossible to avoid the little twinges of regret. You'll probably never get back in the habit.

Still, it's good to go back, once in a while. Relive some memories. Taste the familiar flavors.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Wet Ants are NOT Well Friends

"I'll blog when I get out," is what I thought right before I went to shower. The water was warm but something was off. It was the pressure.

As a homeowner on well water, I knew immediately there was an issue at the pump. I tried to ignore it. "Maybe I can finish my shower..."

Nope. I thought better and, before all pressure was lost, I jumped out, dried off, and headed for the well house. "I'll finish when the water's back to normal."

I grabbed my meter and a flashlight and headed out. It was immediately obvious what was wrong, though I checked everything. The capacitor was still good. The juice from the house was 240V+.

A billion ants, with their odd electricity craving, coated the pressure switch. I used the meter contacts to flick the relay a few times, smashing ant carcasses in little puffs of smoke and ozone until the pump stuttered to life.

Stuttered. Not good. I pretended it sounded fine.

Back to the shower. Try to finish up. Head full of shampoo and the water starts to sputter, again.

Head soapy, wet and mad, I head back to the pump:

This time, though, I brought the RAID ANT KILLER. It was an ant holocaust. I am now showered, clean, and the pump is running smoothly, primed, figuratively, and maybe literally, with the blood of ants.

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Fit of Life

The world isn't one size fits all, physically or emotionally. There's no choice but to force yourself into it, no matter what size you are. Folks that fit better make out better in life.

There may be some rash decisions. Careful consideration for months, or years, is never acted upon. Then, without thought, a whim is followed that is exactly the right choice.

Part of that may be because you see something that's just your size. There's no time to weigh the consequences... you must act immediately or lose out forever. In a fit of life, you dive in head first. The orbit of a second chance is rarely shorter than a lifetime; it won't come back if you miss out.

Where you start is where you have to fit. That doesn't mean you have to stay there, though. You may fit elsewhere.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019


Memes have mold. So tired. They make me tired.

Reminds me of the kid who would say the same thing over and over until it was funny. For a very short period of time, it was funny. Then, it got tiresome again.

Okay, it got funny again, but not until you were exasperated. Then it was quickly old again, but you were laughing too hard to make it stop. Somebody usually took a swing about this time.