Ongoing Letter - Allan's Place
Allan's journal to the world. (Sounds important, doesn't it?)
This is where ranting and raving occurs. Venting. Blowing things out of proportion. That kind of thing.
You have to be kidding. This attempt at spam via text message is so lame, I just had to post it.
People – if you’re going to go to the trouble of making your living immorality, illegally, and unethically, at least ask an English speaker to check your syntax! For God’s sake!
FT is on the road again, on a trek to Saskatchewan with TF. So I’m on my own now for two weeks. Nothing wrong with two old guys rattling across the prairies in a Pontiac. They went last year, making this a now annual event.
This leads me to my next topic – travel. I haven’t gone anywhere this year. I’ve been working on the rental properties and the teardrop trailer, working only half days the past few weeks because of the heat. Since Floyd’s leg started acting up, I’ve decided to take it easi(er).
The plumbing for the rear suite (formally called the garage) at house #2 is now complete. It passed inspection just yesterday. It is still a garage for now as there is still a bay door in it. But that will soon disappear. Next task: framing interior walls.
On my way back from trying to pay the Gutter Shop for work to be done at house #2 (turns out they closed down their storefronts, and Google hasn’t caught up to it), I stopped at Starbucks for a cup. Nice day for a coffee in a shady outdoor area.
I bought a new fridge a week ago, and it finally arrived yesterday. It’s a Whirlpool 18 cu. ft. freezerless fridge. The problem is, it has to go back. The fridge door is not reversible! I haven’t seen a fridge with no reversible door for ages. So I called, and they’re sending someone in the next few days to bring it back. So I ask you, why would they make a fridge that 50% of the population cannot use?
Their explanation is that it is stainless steel. … What? What the heck does that have to do with it? I thought and have come to the assumption that people who want stainless steel fronts do not want extra holes with plugs in them. There aren’t many fridges out there without freezers, so pickings are slim. In the mean time, FT has opted for a normal fridge with freezer at the bottom.
I support global trade, ethical trade, fair trade. I don’t support all industries being farmed out to the lowest tax countries. I bought a side grinder from Princess Auto. It is a light industrial device. Surely we can make these in Canada (or even the U.S. of A.), right? No, it’s made in China.
Can you spot the difference?
The cover never did close right. Now I know why. So much for quality control.
In investigating the crawl space under the house, F and I stopped to talk about the rat’s nest of wires and disused electrical junk that is (or was) our communications box. Is this not the sloppiest bit of work you’ve seen?
Holy cow. The world is being turned upside-down.
Now Heinz wants to even out thing on hot dog related.
It’s about time, I say. The hot dog-eating-world has put up with this injustice long enough! I personally think they should be sold by the dozen as that has how things have always been done! Dammit!
Can you tell I have nothing better to do today than rant and rave about nothingness?
Today was hot. It reached up to 37 degrees today.
When I left work today, the van said “22”. I knew that must have been in the shade. On the drive home, I watched the reading quickly go up and stop at 37.
As mundane a task this is, I’m sorting through Father’s bizarre method of consumable hardware storage. He, presumably like most of the population, just threw a machine screw, washer, or nut into a coffee can until which time, days, months, or years later, he would fish through the container to find the right size, material, thread type, and grade of hardware.
My way of dealing with his legacy is “fixing” it. No, I don’t mean that in a terrible way. Just that, to gain independence from our parents, we have to sort through stuff and make determinations of what they want to keep or abandon of the legacy left to them. This is not just physical things, but ideals, habits, beliefs, etc.
My belief is that I should walk up to a container of organized smaller containers that are organized further until they become unique and usable items. I should be able to stretch out my arm, read a label (mach 1/4″ med or quarter-inch, medium thread machine screws) and pick the length I want. In the same bin, I want to pick a nut that is the right size to fit it.
I do not want to sit there in a shop, dump a bucket of rusted shit onto a table, and sort through it all to find that something doesn’t exist. That’s horse shit. As Trevan Wong would say, Remember the Seven Ps – Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.
So, this is my statement to the Old Man – thanks for leaving your shit for me to clean up. I will continue to be my father’s son and do those duties. The Book itself says to honour your parents. And that’s damn well what I’m going to do! This is my version of it.
Did someone on the way to Wal-Mart just say to themselves, “I don’t think I want pants today,”? I mean, what the heck? What a strange thing to see on the side of a street.
Maybe it blew off someone’s clothesline? But people don’t have clotheslines anymore.
Apparently, they don’t need pants, either.
I thought Trump vs Clinton four years ago was huge. Now lots of us are watching the Biden vs Trump election State-side. So far, this is what it is (at 1pm MST).
I don’t usually tell my political view to anyone except in meaningless idle talk. But, seriously, there are just a few presidents as controversial as Trump – beyond even George W Bush, Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, or even Harry S Truman. Trump is second only to George W Bush for being a horse’s ass, in my humble view.
It’s a right race between the two, Biden & Trump. The world is in for more rocky roads ahead if Trump gets in again. I don’t so much like Biden as much as I dislike Trump, but I do share Biden’s green ideas. Coming from an Albertan in a world of $35 a barrel oil, this likely won’t go over well, but if there is ever a time for change, it is now.