long hours, tennis elbow, whow

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Been working long hours recently, getting 1403 up ready.  Both arms have had tennis elbow for two weeks.

The suite won’t be ready in time, so I’ll have to make two deals with the tenants

  • For every day that necessities are still being worked on while the tenant occupies the suite, I’ll cut rent in half.
  • For every day that finish work is done (trim boards, light switch covers, cabinet pulls, etc.), I’ll let them decide what days I come in.

Not idea, I know, but a compromise must be reached.

Also, why isn’t how spelled whow to create 6 Ws rather than the 5 Ws plus how?

Taber corn

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I got some Taber corn this afternoon.  It was $11 for a 11 cobs with 1 extra thrown in.  However, in the bag of a dozen cobs, I counted 23!  He doubled the amount of corn!  Wow.

We’ll freeze most of it to have during winter.

AI screw-ups (or, Hello Again Dolly)

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Artificial intelligence can sometimes be useful, but when I saw this, I nearly choked (as Mom would say):

So, apparently, Dolly Parton is still alive and doing well.  Good gravy.  Callous!  Have some respect!  Someone somewhere should be fired.  How do you fire AI?

I did a check to see if my ongoing letter shows up on search engines like Google.  Sure enough, it does.  It is apparently ” a long-running personal blog and online diary format called the Ongoing Letter.”  Well that’s good to know.

swollen eye

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I had a hard time driving home from 520 yesterday evening.  I was going to do an all-nighter but couldn’t because of a sore eye.

I was cutting slots in the countertop MDF to fit the faucets.  I wasn’t wearing my safety glasses because a) I couldn’t find them and b) they don’t work as well as they should when lying on one’s back and looking up.

I used eye wash last night that I bought for Floyd just a few weeks back.  It helped, and the debris is gone, but my eye is still swollen.

Back to work as soon as I get done my coffee.

blood plasma, 150th

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I guess today’s plasma donation is a milestone – #150.  I got a pin saying “150 donations” and a little thing of juice.

A worker there offered to take my picture.  “Smile!” he said.

So I did.  …  It seems such an unnatural thing to do these days.