Happy Day to all the Moms!
Especially to my red hat-ed Mom Mom. Sue, I talked to Mom yesterday and
told her about the red hat picture you found last week. She figures it
was an Easter Sunday outing that inspired it. Mom, Moma bear (brother
Mal) predicts that hat will come back into style. There is a popular
Linux software company called RedHat that would be delighted with such a
hat.
I finished flushing the spring cleaning bug out of my system this week.
I rented and filled up a big roll off dumpster. After the delivery
charge ($120), they charge $100 per ton, a bargain at 1/10th the prices
of flour <grin>. So I filled up the dumpster last weekend, and then it
rained, soaking all my not-so-precious junk with 5 cent per pound rain.
I haven't got the bill yet, but I watched the driveway web cam
recording of they guy picking up the dumpster on Friday, and could see a
mini-ocean of water wash out of it when he tilted it when loading it up
onto his truck. At least I can pride myself with delivering clean, not
dirty, junk to the landfill.
I didn't think to take a picture of my back deck before I cleaned it
out, but I took one when I was 1/2 way done cleaning it. The 2nd
picture is of the amazing Rex (Rx-8) toting 20 years of old paint,
circuit board acid, model airplane fuel, fiberglass resin, and whatever
other toxic substance I found when cleaning out the shop. AND 30+ 4
foot florescent bulbs, which have mercury in them, so also needed to
make a trip to the hazardous waste disposal facility. AND the back and
passenger seats had old broken amplifiers, chart recorders, and
oscilloscopes. As I was unloading all of this at the waste facility, a
big pickup pulled up behind me and watched me keep pulling stuff out of
this small little sports car. He got out and asked me what kind of car
this was. He concluded he should trade in his pickup. I got the same
sort of looks and comments with my many trips to GoodWill.
The 3rd picture is the last picture of Zach's ski ramp launching
platform, just before I hired one of my robots to dis-assembled it for
dumpster food. Many an unbroken bone were sled/ski/snowboard launched
from that platform. Mal/Kim, I don't know if you remember, but when you
moved from Roch, you gave us a long 2 x 8 foot solid Mal-constructed
wood structure that you had used to house that pack of baby wolves you
guys had in your garage for a while. That is what we used for years to
ramp up to that platform, after having used it for use as a garage table.
That 4th picture is crazy Zach man with his latest project/toy. That
car, which is small enough to drive up the nostril of a small giant, is
called a midget. Really, that is it's name. Built when I was a high
school freshman, it is now considered a collectible (side thought: why
is it that 40 year old cars, but not 40 year old people, are considered
collectible?). So Zach collected it last week. He parks it sideways
in our freshly cleaned garage, so we can fit 3 cars in it.
That last picture of Z, J, M(ia), and I playing catch with a tennis
ball, which is Mia's most favorite object in my house. On the next
toss, I inadvertently bonked Jessy on the head. In response, Zach
defended her honor by attacking me, to which I responded by standing
tall, puffing out my chest, and saying in most manly voice "Try not to
hurt yourself, Boy". After a .1 second standoff, I used my camera as a
defense, and scurried off and hid in a dark corner. I should probably
come out now, so I can go to the mailbox and send this letter.
Bruce
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