More of a collection of random thoughts from a man on the cross roads wanting to sell his soul but finding no takers. All this and more set to banjo and fiddle.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Still Saturday
Since retirement my motto is "Every day is Saturday" This has caused me to have to undertake a new naming scheme for the days of the week. Today is Saturday so it is "Sat-Sat"; yesterday was Fri-Sat - you get the drift.
The other day I was going to my friends house when it struck me that I was still retired. I hadn't been in touch with that for a while and it made me giddy. Today is a trip to a friends house where I shall play three or four fiddle tunes and where I shall have Kraut Rouladen; cabbage rolls stuffed with good stuff.
Fiddling if coming. I am playing out from time to time. There is a jam this afternoon at the Burbank Grange. I'm headed for dinner so will miss that. Still I am playing some nights at Washington Old Time Fiddlers (WOTFA) and the jams at Round Table Pizza in Richland and Pasco. I'm presently working on "Devil's Dream" and "Liberty" and playing them with "Ash Grove", "Amazing Grace" and "Ashokan Farewell"
I have been trying to clean up my home office by throwing out 15 years of neglect. So far the plan is a simple one; On Garbauge-Day have my 128 Gallon status can at the curb full of offerings for Trash Tringle. Presently my home is like one of those puzzles where you shove the little numbers around in the frame to get them in order; I have to plan an escape route for every piece of stuff I throw out. If I am to arrange some papers I have to create a spot for them to go before I can do the arranging. So far the office is one-third picked up and I have made a shrine for my cigar humidor. I have thrown out seven crates of an estate I worked on, and personal records back into the 1990's. I have stuff in the office that I have been stepping over for more than a year; it all needs to go.
At least my collection of fiddle music is in one pile and I have my three hole punch located along with my notebook so my music might actually go in one folder. (I'm not too optimistic as prior attempts have resulted in several books which are badly organized and, at this time fugitive.
My border who was to pay rent or preform labor left under the cover of darkness leaving small appliances, food and clothing. He paid no rent, he preformed no labor having laid around downstairs for weeks at a time. His name is Jeff Dollins; he claims to be a contractor. I have witnessed his work ethic and should you be approached by him for anything he is best avoided because he is worthless and does not keep his word.
In any case, I have my basement back and will retake the man cave for the Winter. I need a new TV for down there and I'm set. Just need a bigger TV.
A time for every purpose under heaven.
Attempts at repotting "Heather" the African Violet was a disaster. This plant was abandoned by Heather Zaboter, now Kinsley, when she left the prosecutor's office some years ago. No one claimed it so I took her home, potted her and kept her in a south facing window. The plant bloomed constantly for those six years. Today was the day for repotting her into a big glazed ceramic pot I got at the garden store. Things didn't go well. The plant had a high crown and a zigzag root stem resembling a palm tree forced into a zigzag back on it's self. There wasn't much for a root ball after I got it out of the pot which had a inward taper at the top (like an amphora). I made a mess and had was trying to do this over the kitchen sink which was phenomenally stupid. I now have a clogged sink. I have been under the sink and have removed the trap after having drained the sink into buckets, pots, pans and other things. Unfortunately the clog is deeper than the trap which is now clear.
So I cut her up into 12 starts. I had the root tone, peat pots and some potting mix and a fixture for starting plants so why not? I had done this before and had gotten plants I called "Happy Leaf" The leaf would just sit in the pot and be happy and grow. I went on YouTube and found an explanation of how to do it. I haven't done anything to the plants yet in the picture but I cut about half of the leaf away at the tip. The woman explained that the plant would then make new plants from the cut at the bottom. There was a second video by the same woman which showed how to remove the new plants from the mother stem. I didn't know that you needed to do that either, I just knew that when I let them be that I got two and sometimes two or three crowns. I now understand these are new plants.
I'm not really patient so maybe I shouldn't be messing with plants at all. We will see what we will see. In the meantime I guess I will just try to unplug the sink and look for rotor rooter or whatever and place a call.
I have been in the process of cleaning up the office. There is 15 years of neglect in this room. The latest effort has been very simple. Fill the garbage can all the way to the top each week for Trash Tringle to take on Wednesday. Two terrible gut wrenching cases are gone. A third is still in here and needs to be sorted and removed. All in all I have cleaned out two closets swept and swept and swept and swept. The room now has horizontal surfaces but is still covered with dust in places. I sort of like being in the room again so it has once again begun to collect clutter. Turns out it's a pretty good chair to play fiddle out of so I may get a wall hanger and put a fiddle in here. I'm sick of cleaning and the rest of the house is a horrific pit. This room was full of a lot of unpleasant memories. The practice of law can be a very lonely and sad experience since courts are almost never involved un less something has broken, the law, an agreement, a relationship, an understanding, the peace; you get the drift.
The process would not be so demoralizing except that every room of the house is the same way. My life has been filled with trash. Well, I'm tired, I am taking one more look at the kitchen then giving up. I will wash the dishes in the stopped up sink and rinse them in the bathroom. SCREW!
Attempts at repotting "Heather" the African Violet was a disaster. This plant was abandoned by Heather Zaboter, now Kinsley, when she left the prosecutor's office some years ago. No one claimed it so I took her home, potted her and kept her in a south facing window. The plant bloomed constantly for those six years. Today was the day for repotting her into a big glazed ceramic pot I got at the garden store. Things didn't go well. The plant had a high crown and a zigzag root stem resembling a palm tree forced into a zigzag back on it's self. There wasn't much for a root ball after I got it out of the pot which had a inward taper at the top (like an amphora). I made a mess and had was trying to do this over the kitchen sink which was phenomenally stupid. I now have a clogged sink. I have been under the sink and have removed the trap after having drained the sink into buckets, pots, pans and other things. Unfortunately the clog is deeper than the trap which is now clear.
So I cut her up into 12 starts. I had the root tone, peat pots and some potting mix and a fixture for starting plants so why not? I had done this before and had gotten plants I called "Happy Leaf" The leaf would just sit in the pot and be happy and grow. I went on YouTube and found an explanation of how to do it. I haven't done anything to the plants yet in the picture but I cut about half of the leaf away at the tip. The woman explained that the plant would then make new plants from the cut at the bottom. There was a second video by the same woman which showed how to remove the new plants from the mother stem. I didn't know that you needed to do that either, I just knew that when I let them be that I got two and sometimes two or three crowns. I now understand these are new plants.
I'm not really patient so maybe I shouldn't be messing with plants at all. We will see what we will see. In the meantime I guess I will just try to unplug the sink and look for rotor rooter or whatever and place a call.
I have been in the process of cleaning up the office. There is 15 years of neglect in this room. The latest effort has been very simple. Fill the garbage can all the way to the top each week for Trash Tringle to take on Wednesday. Two terrible gut wrenching cases are gone. A third is still in here and needs to be sorted and removed. All in all I have cleaned out two closets swept and swept and swept and swept. The room now has horizontal surfaces but is still covered with dust in places. I sort of like being in the room again so it has once again begun to collect clutter. Turns out it's a pretty good chair to play fiddle out of so I may get a wall hanger and put a fiddle in here. I'm sick of cleaning and the rest of the house is a horrific pit. This room was full of a lot of unpleasant memories. The practice of law can be a very lonely and sad experience since courts are almost never involved un less something has broken, the law, an agreement, a relationship, an understanding, the peace; you get the drift.
The process would not be so demoralizing except that every room of the house is the same way. My life has been filled with trash. Well, I'm tired, I am taking one more look at the kitchen then giving up. I will wash the dishes in the stopped up sink and rinse them in the bathroom. SCREW!
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