Notice the intent of this picture. Obammy is comforting this rube like a father would give solace to his son. Camera angle is chosen to make Obammy look taller, an Obammy with jacket removed and sleeves rolled up.
Now if this rube were me and this mess of sticks was my house, I wouldn’t have time to talk to Dad. I’d be calling a dozer and starting to design a new home. And my new home damn sure wouldn’t be made of flammable sticks!
Finishing things up around here. Seems like it took forever. 5 years or so to 100%.
I was glad that I could get John to bring over his loader. It would have taken me forever to do this with a wheelbarrow. I had a small mountain in the back yard that John scooped out of.
Here’s John, dumping another load of dirt. John is 83 years young and probably won’t ever stop working.
This is the end of the retaining wall after I raked the dirt around a bit and “randomly” placed a few large rocks.
This is called “rip rap.” I just had to throw some style into it.
It doesn’t look like much in this shot, but the wall is over 200′ long and it’s tough to find the right angle to get it all in a picture.
I took about 50 pictures today, and this is the best one of our house.
Charlie isn’t really a lap dog, but he tolerated this photo shoot. His reward was a piece of banana.
I saw this cartoon on Bartcop.
“Big Oil” is not the most profitable business in the world. A lone American company makes a product, right here in America, that carries the distinction of “most profitable business.” The Federal Reserve Bank’s only product, Federal Reserve Notes, makes Big Oil look like a lemonade stand. These days it’s a shoddy product, but our government has such a thirst for FRN’s, the Federal Reserve is cranking out more than ever. I’ve never heard of anyone reporting on how much they pay the IRS in taxes every year, but my gut tells me they don’t even need to fill out tax forms. I suspect they are way above the IRS.
This was the view when last we left our intrepid Underground Carpenter.
Pipes and conduits layed. Now I’ll cover up the trenches. I’ll use that rock screen just in front of the satellite dish to first “shade” the pipes with a fine sand.
This is Jim, owner of G&H Electric. Jim’s last name starts with a G, but it’s unspellable and unpronounceable. Anyway, after pulling wires through the conduits, he’s here hooking up the wires in the circuit breaker box. Jim did all the electrical work on our house. A true craftsman, and his prices are reasonable. In back of Jim, hanging on the wall is my ham antenna. Mrs. UC thinks it’s an eyesore, so I only put it outside when I use it.
Gary, Jim’s partner. He’s hooking up the 110v outlet mounted on one of the pipe bollards protecting our well. If you’ve got good eyes, you’ll see a dangling bare-ended wire in the lower-right of the picture. That’s a #6 ground radial for the aforementioned antenna. I’m waiting on a lug connector, purchased this morning on eBay, to attach it. I didn’t think to ask Jim while he was here if he had a large-sized lug connector. Oh well, $4 including shipping for two of them.
This is the Astro-Table with 110v outlets hooked up. There’s another outlet on the other side of the table. The telescope needs power for the controller that points the scope.
Dustin (sorry, no pic), the satellite dish installer, moved our dish from its temporary location to its permanent home here. You’ve probably noticed that everything here is old and rusty. That’s just how we roll, architecturally. To the right of the dish, against the house, you can see the protected bathroom for Charlie, our director of security. Terrorists, you see. Not Al Queda; Al Coyotes. Charlie is snack-size to a coyote.
So things are looking a lot better. Trenches are filled in. The circular-ish slab (kinda like a square-tailed goldfish cracker) just past the well is where the water tank used to be. We moved it to inside the garage to protect it from the elements (and severe heat of summer). On the bollard to the left is the mount for my antenna. Oh, and the box in the middle of the picture is the power company’s transformer. The last power pole is on the street, far enough away to cause a large voltage drop. So we ran the high-voltage lines underground to this transformer which converts the high-voltage to house-voltage.
This is the view looking to the east. Our shoestring acacia trees are doing well, or at least I haven’t managed to kill them yet.
Right now these retainer walls are only retaining air. That’ll change tomorrow when John shows up with his loader, a Case 950 I think. I have a mountain of dirt in the back that has patiently waited for its purpose in the scheme of things around here.
Trenches are dug, conduits and pipes are in and pressure-tested. Today I backfill the trenches.
It took a week to hand-dig these trenches, and I hated every minute of it. The ground here is dense gravel with boulders–as ugly as digging gets.
Manual valves for irrigation. I decided against automatic timer valves. Too much money. The valve closest is for 4 trees and 12 bushes, the entire extent of our need-to-water plants. The further valve is for a future squash/melon garden, which may or may not happen this winter. These valves will get a cover. The grey conduit that says “irrigation” was going to be for wiring the timed valves, but I though it added needless complication and cost to this project, so that conduit will remain empty. I’m going to add an anti-siphon valve in the house. Then I’ll be able to water without stepping outside and risking bites/stings by reaching inside the valve box. It’s a certainty that there will be either black widow spiders or scorpions inside the valve box within a month.
The latest artwork from David Dees.
I have a few questions. The news reports say Obammy “authorized” the killing of OBL. Where in the Constitution does it say that a president can order a house painting? And did the SEALS also do their own carpentry?
Why didn’t Obammy order a “capture”, then “oopsie”, we accidentally shot ere-body in da house. Wouldn’t it have looked more “American” to say we tried to bring OBL back for a
Several reports said that DNA “confirmed” it was Mr. Nasty himself. If they haven’t been able to find him for the last decade, how did they have a sample of his DNA to compare?
Well, I gotta go now. I’m plum tuckered out from dancing in the streets, you know, celebrating
Now they’re saying OBL was unarmed but he “lunged” at them. (Made a “furtive” movement.) Brave, brave heroes! The SEALs must have brought Lon Horiuchi along to shoot the woman, and poor Lon was probably disappointed she didn’t have a baby in her arms. After they retire from the military, this team will fit in nicely with any po-lice department in The Land Of The Free.