Yesterday was kind of a mess

There was a lot to do. I had both cars inspected, got a blood test, had to change several on-line accounts because I got an updated credit card and the other one expired.

In addition to that I helped an older neighbor with her telephone. She's pretty close to 80 now and I helped her get her phone squared away. I installed a new one and got the answering machine up and running.

The older woman was pretty damned smart if you ask me. She had another phone her son had given her but it had been sitting around and it started to act balky so she didn't fool around. She junked it instantly and bought a new one.

The next thing she did before I even opened the box containing the new phone was to gather up every single piece, part, assembly and sub-assembly of the old phones and junk them. That way there was no possibility of a parts mix-up between new and old. Smart woman!

None of this, "You know, maybe we could take this part and ..." crap. 

Today will be hectic, too as a friend of mine that is on a road trip is stopping in for a few days.As I write he is holed up in Ohio waiting weather. He's about an hour and a half away now.

Chili is on simmering for later.




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For the past few years everyone I don't know that I deal with

regardless of age is generally addressed as young man or young lady.

I have had a lot of women smile at being addressed that way and until today have never heard any negativity from a male. Today some belligerent 20-ish male said he was offended.

I turned on the instant warmth. "You have my heartfelt apology as I certainly did not mean to be offensive," I said. which was I mistaken in? Was it your age or your gender?"

Stutter...stutter.

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And of course, yesterday I mowed.

The lawn looks good.

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Last evening the motion lights went off to illuminate a doe and two fawns. The fawns looked to be pretty new to the planet.

For years the deer have used my hillside as a birthing ground and I have seen them still wet and unable to get up and walk. I always look forward to seeing the deer reproduce. 

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Finally looks like the weather broke and I can mow

While the weather has been pretty good we have gotten a bunch of small showers. It makes the grass hard to mow because it clumps up.

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One of my neighbors who is semi retired is working at the nearby Lowe's as a puter-together-er of stuff. He's semi retired and that looks like a pretty good gig for him. I was thinking of a gig like that if I go bust on my next physical or something.

Still, I can't see bagging what I am doing until I can't do it any more. A gig like that means 50 weeks per year and what I do now is three weeks on and three weeks off. The money is a lot better, too.


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I have been up working over at a friend's place

on the end of a shovel.

This person lives in a town house and one of their neighbors came out and was walking by. She was curious about what I was doing and not nosy. I explained the plan to resoil and replant the area.

Her husband was somewhat of a dolt and asked me where I learned to use a shovel. Apparently my skills with the idiot spoon impressed him.

With a straight face I told him that back in '44 I was hired as a subcontractor by the Japanese army to help a British outfit build a bridge in Burma.

"Really?" he asked.



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Camp Perry's schedule is different this year.

I am heading out for there right now and may report from there if I can.

Update. No shooting today, I just hung with a few of the Marines that were registering. Good news when we played ''Who do you know and how is he doing?"

Only one minor injury, non combat related.

One of the guys is getting ready to be a father again for the 5th time. I got this one cover because I got another one of the guys to step in when he starts babbling about 'the new baby'.

He's going to tell him that Piccolo will give him $150 for the old one. 


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Ah, yes. It is sunny and maybe later I can deal with the lawn.

I'll run over all of the clumps I left from mowing when it was wet the other day.

My alcohol consumption has sure dropped off over the past several months as I have noticed that it takes an awful lot less than it used to to make me wake up feeling sluggish...much less hung over.

While I have not been hung over in several years I have met the new day feeling sluggish over the past few years. It must be a metabolism change or something coupled with aging. Whatever. the cure is cut consumption and that is that.

Outside it is forty past noon and the deer are helping themselves to lunch in my back yard. It is interesting how both their color, timing  and habits change throughout the year. They seem to leave the winter with a greyish color and now they are a somewhat light brown. It's a rich color and rather beautiful. 





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I just snagged another old razor to throw into my sea bag.

Under $10 shipped via eBay. Not bad.

Today is a wet day so the only outdoor work I will do is to either spread pea gravel or pick stuff up. Mowing anything is out of the question.

This has been a pretty wet summer so far and all sorts of stuff is growing in the way-back.

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Someone asked me to do them a favor and the answer is no unless they are willing to take up the slack. They want rain gutters de-leafed. 

The Piccolo policy of this kind of thing reads that I will do ONLY that part of the job that the person can not do for themselves. 

This means that if I do help them I will go up thee ladder, empty the gutter and drop the nasty stuff straight to the ground where THEY can police it up.

When I explain that they are responsible for their part they will look somewhat upset and say, "Well, you could just..."

I will interrupt and say, "I could just do a lot of things like sit home and enjoy myself instead of busting my ass over here. I don't see any casts, ace bandages, crutches, walkers or wheelchairs. You gotta do your part."

When I put it that way the chances that I am asked to do anything drop dramatically.

Everyone wants something for nothing.

Incidentally, I have cleaned up the mess of 4-5 trees torn up in a recent micro burst. I have a couple days tied up in it and truth is they are actually a neighbor's trees.

The reason I did this is because I will at least get a decent steak dinner from her to show her appreciation. Stuff like that goes a long way with me.





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A day of hacking brush for an hour or two and mowing the lawn

Has been boring.

A friend of mine spent the morning standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona because he simply had it on his bucket list.

That's pretty cool when you think about it.



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Maybe later on today I can supply you with a decent post.

Life has been hectic.





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Micro burst damage tore up four trees

And I have spent a lot of the day cleaning the mess up. 

Of course it is on a hill and requires chain saw madness on the slippery hillside.

I am doing it but in order to do it safely it is slow work.

I got a couple of days more out there.


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I am still a smoke free smoker

Which is something that is a pain in the ass to explain, especially to a doctor.

I am a smoke free smoker. 

I am NOT a non smoker, and I am certainly NOT a reformed smoker because there is no bigger pain in the ass than a reformed ANYTHING.

Incidentally the only easy day in my smoking cessation efforts was yesterday. It is still just as hard as it was on Day One.

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I think I am going to roast another turkey as the one I roasted a few days is disappearing fast. I just had turkey hash for breakfast and I am enjoying a lot of turkey dishes these days. Turkey is retty good stuff.


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It's generally a pretty good day when you make a cop laugh.

My wife called me when I was out and asked me to buy beer.

I was in line and the nosy woman behind me commented and asked if I was having a party.

"Nope.," I replied. "Some high school kid outside offered me a pretty good bag of dope if I snagged him a half-rack. I always get ripped off when I try and score on the Northside. They always cheat us old people. This kid has the real deal!"

"What? What? What?" You could go to jail for that!" she was aghast.

"They can't put me in the joint, I just got outta the joint," I replied.

The police officer standing behind her almost wet his pants laughing.




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A straight and narrow day

There is a turkey in the oven right now because a turkey is a pretty good source of pre-made meal packages and is pretty inexpensive.

It is covered with bacon and I will have the bacon when the bird comes out of the oven. It is what i refer to as turkey bacon.

It's a Saturday morning and in the background Cary Grant is getting ready to take his submarine into Tokyo bay to gather weather information for Jimmy Dolittle. Complete with an emergency appendectomy performed by the ship's pill roller.


Saturday's bacon is slow cooking on the electric skillet and it's getting near time to fire up the cast iron and fry up a couple of eggs.

Last night I had nothing to drink and will probably stay without anything for quite a while as my body has told me it doesn't want it very much anymore. This happens from time to time and the result is I generally lose weight.

It's time for me to start listening to my body as it generally tells me what is good for it. We'll see what happens.

I'm still smoke free and hanging in there. The only easy day on my smoking cessation plan was yesterday.

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Hey, you know who you are. We went to school together.

I sent you $20 for two tickets and please hang on to them until I show. If by some odd reason I can't make it, no refund. Add the money to the cause toward reunion 50 or something.

I am probably coming alone but I bought a spare ticket in case I run into some little 20-something honey hormone squash pouring out of that little blue dress to drape on my arm and pass off as my new trophy wife.

And why not?

There is nothing more satisfying than watching daggers shoot out of the eyes of women my age and watching the tongues hang out of the men.

After all it was only a couple of years ago I palmed off my niece and her daughter as my young wife and new child. I was surprised it didn't get back to me at Reunion 45.

Of course you don't pass off a 20 something year old niece as your new bride without a good story. I used the old tale of spending 30 years in prison for a murder he didn't commit story. 

Of course, that kind of sarcasm and mischief seems to run in my family. Sarcasm oozes out of our pores. It's terrible. We refer to it as 'The Disease'.

Anyway, if by chance I do show up with some hottie please keep mum and act appropriately outraged and have the lobsterman act appropriately envious. Don't rat me out. Simply watch and enjoy the predictable hilarity.

On a more serious note, 

For what it's worth, the 'informal gathering' is really a wonderful idea because it's what many of us really want. A simple cash bar quiet enough to talk is great. At this stage in life swapping notes over a drink or a light meal is ideal.

See ya when I see ya!  
















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Almost missed another day

Pretty tired the last couple of days.

I should be back in the swing of things tomorrow or the next day.



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Almost missed a day

A prtty good Rock Hudson movie interrupted and saved the day

Got saved by a bad haircut.


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Six months, 24 days smoke free and the cup of coffee is triggering me which is odd.

Coffee stopped triggering me months ago but it is just this particular cup for some reason. Instead of my usual vanilla caramel coffee creamer I am using half and half.

I don’t drink a lot of coffee to begin with, but when I do it’s almost always with vanilla caramel. I used to drink it with just a little half and half.

I think what is going to trigger me in the future is the first time or two I eat, drink or deal with something I have not dealt with since I was smoking.

One thing that will trigger me for sure is going to Camp Perry and hanging out with any GIs, especially if they are smokers.

While the triggering incidents are becoming fewer and further apart I can see now that they are probably never going to go away.

I wrote this a couple days ago and have again had had my morning coffee with half and half. It no longer triggers me like it did the other day. Wonder what that’s all about.

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Someone heard I use an Old School double edged razor

and asked me about which blades to use.

Now everyone knows that razor blades are made of old Navy ships. Just watch the movies and you’ll see.

So needless to say, I told him that I only use blades made out of old Destroyer Escorts that were made in Hingham Shipyard in Hingham, MA between 1942 and 1945. The best blades were made out of the USS Buckley, a Hingham ship that was scrapped in ’69.

I stocked up on those years and years ago and from time to time I manage to locate them via one of the Double Edged razor clubs.

While DEs made good blades, they were fairly small ships and the batches from DEs sold off faster than the batches of blades made by, say cruisers and aircraft carriers. Of course that is because the latter are much, much bigger than the smaller DEs. It’s really quite a shame, too but for some reason the steel in the bigger ships doesn’t seem to make as good of a razor blade as the lowly DE.

The other thing is that the Hingham Shipyard had its own small steel mill in it and they seemed to do a better job of making steel that is conducive to being recycled into razor blades. Someone once said it might have had something to do with the coking process but he wasn’t sure.

Anyway, the guy I told to Googled the USS Buckley and found she was built in Hingham and scrapped in 1969.

It hasn’t gotten back to me from other sources so that tells me the guy knows how to keep his mouth shut. Either that or he’s smart enough to know that the Gillette Company doesn’t buy entire ships at a time to make razor blades out of.

Whatever.

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I have a bid in on for something on eBay and it is closing soon.

I am making this post as the time dwindles on down to zero and am using this post to kill time while it grinds away.

I found a pretty good pair of NOS lineman’s boots up for grabs and I think I’ll snag them so as to be ready for this fall and winter. They are listed as waterproof and should serve me well come Old Man Winter.

The truth is I am not going to bid any higher than the minimum bid because these are not needed, they are simply ‘nice to have’.

On some things I throw out a minimum bid and either I get it or I don’t and either way it’s no skin off of my nose. One time I made $50 on a purchase. Someone was looking over my shoulder and said “I’d give $100 for that item”.

I asked him if he was serious and then threw a minimum bid on it. Then I went and set up an automatic bid of $85 because shipping was about $15 and I wanted to keep the total under $100.

I’ll be damned if I didn’t snag the item for about $35. Add the $15 shipping and it totaled $50. I resold it to him for $100.

That wasn’t a bad deal if you ask me.

Anyway, I am down to under 15 minutes and there don’t seem to be any other bidders out there. I have to check a few things out and I’ll be right back.

Nope. Didn’t get the boots. Someone sniped me and bought them for a buck more than I was willing to pay.

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Someone told me what Iowa chops are. They are boneless 1.25 thick pork chops

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Another idiot heard from today.

I didn’t have to deal with this one, someone else did. I don’t do this one anymore. I just step aside and let nature run its course.

It’s the old tale of woe troublemaker kid that the parents expect the services to straighten out. As I have posted, it doesn’t work that way. These days if i have to deal with that one I generally recommend they try the French Foreign Legion.

That story rates right up there with the old Jeeps for $50 in a big case rumor. It ain’t happening.

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What’s the dope on the new piece of gear we got coming?

“What? What? Dope? Whaddya mean dope? Dope? Dope? You usin’ drugs?”

Ten minutes later the guy that asked about the new boat was peeing in a cup.

This was several years back in another company I used to work for but it shows you how some people don’t listen or understand.

There are a lot of meanings to the word ‘dope’ and most of them have nothing whatsoever to do with narcotics.

If you are an airplane guy you know what airplane dope is. It is the stuff you paint onto fabric to stiffen and weatherproof it. It has a pretty neat smell to it. “I put nine coats of dope and six coats of paint on the Super Cub’s fabric,” you might hear an airplane guy say.

If you are a rifle shooter you dope your sights. This means you adjust them. The amount of adjustment is the amount of dope you put on the sights.

“What kind of dope did you put on your sights?” is a sometimes asked question of the firing line.

An answer might be “Four clicks up for elevation and two right clicks for windage.”

The dope, measured in clicks would be four up, two right clicks. The measurement in minutes would depend on the sight graduations.  Basic sights are generally one minute per click but match sights could be half or even a quarter minute of angle each.

Then again a dope can be someone who is not the brightest bulb on the tree. “The dope that jacked up my truck and put the jack through the passenger’s side floor,” would be one use.

Then again, horse racers often put together a dope sheet consisting on the information they need to place their bets. It may include odds, payoffs, recent races the horse has entered and how they fared in previous races.

The word can also be used to mean information or the lowdown on something.  “What’s the dope on those new welders they are setting up in the shop?” might be a question. The asker wants simply to know information on the new welders that are reportedly being sent to the workplace. He might want to know if they are any different than the welders they are replacing or other characteristics.

But because of the nature of people to assume the worst, I would imagine that any use of the word ‘dope’ is going to immediately have narcotics connotations.

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Iowa chops.

I had pork chops today for dinner. These were nice, thick cut chops and they baked up nicely and were nice and juicy. In short, they were damned good eating.

I did notice a sticker on the package that read ‘Iowa chops’. It should be duly noted that they were consumed in Pennsylvania if that means anything.

What I want to know is what makes them Iowa chops. Was the pig raised in Iowa? Was the hog feed grown there?

Although they tasted pretty good, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary and it would be interesting to know why the sticker was on the package. If I see them again I’ll sure grab them unless I see something else I’d like to try.

I wonder what Minnesota or New Mexican chops are like. Or maybe Rhode Island chops. Are they any better than Iowa chops?

Whatever. If anyone can tell me which state I should be looking out for as far as the best chops go please drop me a line.

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eBay wanted me to write a review

 on a bag of starlight mints I bought a while back.

Big deal. I bought a bag of mints as part of my smoking cessation. These were simple starlight mints, nothing special about them. They are what they are.

So I wrote a basic, short, simple statement that said they were a good mint and a good value. Apparently my review was too short because I could not submit it. This over candy, for God’s sake! We’re not talking about a luxury sedan here, just a simple bag of candy.

It made me want to cut and paste the Gettysburg address into the box but why bother?  I just closed the window and left it at that.

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Hiya, Bubbles!

There is an older woman that is probably in her eighties that I run into often. She is a sales person and pretty spry with a lot of spunk. She likes to stay on the work force and stay active. When I see her I say, “Hiya, Bubbles!” and her face lights up.

She’s really a cheerful, happy soul with a down to earth sense of humor. Sometimes she answers with something funny like, “Hey, I’m not working at the club tonight. I got the night off!”

Of course, one of her coworkers gets outraged but that’s part of the fun. 

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It was about 30 some odd years ago when I inadvertently socked a chick.

What brought this up is that I saw where Maxine Waters shoved a reporter for no good reason. 

I socked the chick because she hit me and I didn’t see it coming or where it came from. I threw a wild ‘clearing swing’ hoping to get who/whatever away from me and it connected with my assailant, some dopey hippie chick.

It wasn’t a really solid connection, but it was enough to shock her into turning on the water works and getting away from me. Fortunately for me another woman saw the entire thing and stuck up for me.

There is little worse than someone that gets what they have coming. The chick continued to create a stink to the point where she almost got arrested. The ferry purser told her that if she didn’t settle down he would place her under arrest and turn her over to the State Police upon arrival to port.

What happened is I was on the Alaska ferry in a no smoking area and got up to go outside for a smoke. I put an unlit cigarette in my mouth on the way to the door. It was a perfectly legal and proper thing to do.

Just then I heard a “You can’t smoke in here” and had my face clawed. It kind of hit an eye and for a second or two I was blinded. That’s when I swung.

I posted this because one of these days some Maxine Waters type is going to pull the same kind of thing and get pasted for it. Frankly I hope it is a knockout blow because if she is knocked out we won’t have to listen to the indignant pissing and moaning.  Instead we would get to listen to the pained moan as she came to.

I’m not just picking on Maxine Waters. This goes for an awful lot of us.

Society allows too damned much poor behavior to slide by. The reason we have to deal with such people is because we allow it to happen.

I often think that in a lot of so-called assault cases that a jury or judge should be able to throw it out if the plaintiff was asking for it. We’d certainly see an upswing in good old fashioned manners.

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Someone had a pretty good idea as far as deporting illegals goes.

Deport them all to Syria. As an excuse you can say they have to be Syrian because they don’t have a Mexican passport so they must have come over from Syria.

"What? What? No passport? This must be another Syrian. Stuff him on the airplane! What? He speaks Spanish? You don't say! I hear there's lots of Spanish speaking Syrians. Put him on the plane."

I figure that it will only take a plane or two full of deportees to cause a stampede of epic proportions back to south of the border. The problem will take care of itself.

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This musician gets it.

Man, I, like, play free-range saxophones made from organically grown Eastern Tiberian bamboo harvested by hand in an ecologically sustainable process that ensures that the local indigenous peoples are able to earn a living wage sufficient to support themselves, all three wives, and their twelve children, while leaving them enough spare time so they can engage in uplifting activities such as organizing their villages to obtain more economic, ecological, and social justice, all the while living in perfect harmony with Gaia.  In this way they can live in a world without need for trigger warnings, removing all microaggressions that could hinder them from reaching their full potential as global citizens.

This musician gets the Piccolo's Hash sarcasm award.

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Today was supposed to be a crystal clear day but it is raining.

They lied. 

It is all part of an evil plot to make me buy hot dogs for a cook out.

They may think they are getting me to buy hot dogs that will go bad but I am on to them. I'll put them in the freezer until we get a better day for a cookout.

I'm pretty flexible.



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I see where Kathy Griffin upped the ante and added Barron Trump to her list.

Smooth move, Ex-Lax!

It wasn't long ago that Rosie ran her mouth about Barron and started some SERIOUS back peddling when Melania made it clear to her she would go the whole mile with her.

Griffin might have gotten away with her little sick prank on Donald but the minute she dragged Barron into things the whole game changed.

Any mothers out there that got in a jury would likely pick a number between one and nine and start adding zeroes to it until they ran out of ink and told Griffin "Pay her that much."

Things go only so far and when you start dragging someone's kids into it the entire game changes.




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Sometimes ya just gotta shut the hell up and pick one.

I am still smoke free after over six months and have seemed to have dropped nicotine use to practically nothing as I have swapped nicotine lozenges off for starlight mints.

Someone babbled about the sugar in starlight mints.

I suppose the sugar will make my triglycerides go up a bit so I have swapped starlight mints for Altoids which are smaller and have less sugar.

Still, someone is going to say something. They just have to. Nobody gets out of having to deal with perfectionists and holier than thou people unless you’re Jesus Christ.

I don’t see any nail holes in your hands so shut the hell up.

Give me a break. I'm working in the right direction. It just takes time. Be patient.

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