Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it – no matter if I have said it! – except it agree with your own reason and your own common sense.” – Siddhartha Gautama, a.k.a. the Buddha

Kittehs

And the world turns on

I’m actually in a fairly good mood today.  Took Blue Jean to Laurel Lake and put a few miles on.  Several broad reaches across wide open water: quarter mile and half mile types.   Then the sea-doos and yayhoos started running amok, and while I am well used to the waves, what I could never get over is being ran over by one of those fast movers, and from the way they operate, I don’t think they watch FORWARD too well.   Saw one fast mover catch air off a wave and the way he landed, I don’t think it was an intentional ‘jump’.   No thanks, I’ll get my narrow long self off the water and let y’all play.  I had a few hours of goodness out there.

Came home, and took the new to me boat back on the river for small spell.  Last night, talking to B, decided to try moving the seat position back a notch (1″) and see if that slows down the turning transition in her.  Not that it was out of control, but I had to make a lot of corrective strokes to keep her in line,   Moving things back did seem to help ‘some’, but I think the nature of the boat is for that sort and nothing else.  A boat I have to grow into,,,   That ain’t a bad thing.

And kittehs,,,    The boys are off sowing their wild oats.   Grizzy finally hit his hormonal levels, and is staying out all night now. Haven’t seen him or Zooms in two days, with the exception of a few minutes in the wee hours last night: Grizz came in around 3 am and greeted me/demanded more food in the bowl.   I’m hoping the little rat will keep out of trouble, but he is a Tom, with the gear, and I know better.   He’ll get his butt kicked and come home to be tended to for awhile, then when he gets that urge again, back at it.   I know that one day, one or both of them won’t return home because they went ‘too far’ and met an end.    I could ‘alter’ them, but after the experience with Voodoo and his alteration, I swore I would never subject another animal to that travesty, no matter what, and all the ‘its better for the animal’ arguments, won’t sway me an inch,,,   IF God had intended them to be ball-less and hormone neutral, he’d have made them that way: Who am I to think I know better.   The only argument that might sway me is the “so many homeless pets”, but when all of my pets have been abandoned by others,,, That argument is bunk as well.  My boys have a good home, if they chose to stay here 24/7 and its far enough out that their efforts will be few and far between in success, so even that argument doesn’t hold a lot of water with me.

ON THE HOME FRONT,,,,   As if I needed any more incentive to want to move from my location,,,,   Who ever said that God doesn’t have a sense of humor.   One rather like my Da’s: Morbid and twisted, but kinda funny after the fact.   The property next to mine was owned by one cousin for years.  He never did a danged thing to it.   There is an old abandoned house on it that finally succumbed to gravity a couple years back (after a couple of poplar trees had grown through the roof).    3 acres, mostly returned to a natural state.   

Well, Seems Cuz 1 needed cash in a bad way.   Cuz 2 just sold a house in a neighboring town and wanted to buy something ‘closer to his roots’.    Doesn’t sound too bad so far does it?    Problem is, Cuz 2 is a wastrel, and his kids are known thieves, and there have been several instances of him and Ol’lady having rather loud and intense squabbles that usually involve police. (and this area is on the edge of two counties, so jurisdiction gets questioned or shunted off a lot, and State Troopers have to pick up the slack.   Time to response is usually measured in HOURS and occasionally in DAYS unless a body is involved.)

For the first time in seven years, I started locking my house and shed.   I had to shift some things around in the shed to store the tools I used to keep on my porch for working on kayaks.   I’m locking my truck and its tool box up, at home, where I used to not worry about such.  (I had to dig through keys to find the door keys, if that says how comfortable I have been leaving my place unlocked.  Not anymore,,,) 

He moved a fifth-wheel camper in last night, says he is going to build a house there.  He is a masonry guy, but knowing some of his history, I see that camper becoming ‘the house’ and a shed or two added in to spread the family around, but a house???   Not so much.  At best, I expect him to lay a block foundation and move in a trailer, maybe. Yeah, its family, but being family does not automatically earn respect, it only gains you forgiveness others would not be given.   This particular case has, in my opinion, worn that forgiveness paper-thin.   Also, my opinion: He and His are the epitome of “White trash”,,,    I don’t hold it against Cuz 1, but danggit, my little corner of the world just shifted in a bad way, and I don’t like it.

At least I don’t have to worry about him or his stealing my kayaks.   There is no way they could sneak them off this hill without passing 4 places that would see it.  It’s the little stuff like tools and computers that I worry about.   And the pets.  Not sure how the brats will act around animals that aren’t people shy.  

Elsewhere is sure looking damned good to me right now,,,,    And I don’t even know where that is,,,

 

But I am still in a better mood than I was 12 hours ago.   Water therapy is a wonder,,,,    Wave actions do amazing things to lower back pain too.

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Straits of Meh!

So here we are, The Good Ship Dio’s Workshop, aground, rudder fouled and rigging shot through by ScamDemic fallout.  First Mate Voodoo is running about 30% both physically and mentally, and the passengers, Grumpykat and her boys, are wondering when we are going to hit a good port of call, not this barren mess they see off the bow.   The WindGenny (called J.O.B.) is moving enough electrons to keep the bilge pumps running so the lower holds aren’t flooding, but not much more. We may be aground, but we are not sunk, so there is still hope of better to come.(and the corollary of that: could get a shit ton worse, but we’ll strive for the better.)  

TIme for Cap’n Dio to strike out land-bound and get a lay of the area, maybe see if any of the charts we have on hand match what I see.  Currently I am looking at a peak on this shoreline; a peak I am calling mount WTF!!!  and I will head there to get a better view horizon to horizon.  Maybe there is a way off this rock yet.

We all make choices, some times those choices work for us, other times against.   Some of my choices, solid when made, did not hold up to current events or the black swan of a purpose made virus and the gullibility of sheep.   Nor were my choices made with the idea that maybe, the federal government would make the same stupid fricking mistakes it made in the 1920s and collapse an economy.   If you aren’t feeling it yet, stick around, you will.    While I knew the economy was tanking, I missed the ‘slowly, then all at once’ aspects of things.   And I admit, I floundered in the good times of Trumps economy.   When I should have been sticking to my guns, I started playing a bit more than I should have.

Went to a local grocery store, one where I am a regular and have a decent rapport with the manager.   They were in the middle of a floor renovation this last week.  Took out one entire row of shelving, split the remaining rows in half and ‘added’ a middle walkway through them.   I asked what was going on (this is not a big place) and was told, byt a regional type working there at the time ; “we’re remodeling to bring the store up to date”.   Talked to the manager as I was leaving and her response was “they cut the shelving down to make it look like we have more stuff.   Too many products we can’t get anymore.”

Think this is going to wrap up with some Selection cycle?   I think not.  

I personally think this is just the top of the hill and that the snow is still falling while the ice shelf below the snow is creaking frightfully.   I haven’t paid much attention to what the markets are doing the last month or so, but I would say that they look a lot more shaky than that ‘To Infinity and beyond” shit they have been doing since 2008.

Choices.    I have some choices to make and sooner than later.   You all know one of them and that one keeps getting put off; I won’t go into details of that right now.   Another choice is to take one of the several offers I always have laying around, but there is that ‘grass is greener’ thing, that is never the case.   One master traded for a different master is still being owned by someone else.   And that is where my angst with all of this is laying.   I don’t WANT another J.O.B.  

I’m getting a view, and looking for some landmarks to shoot an azimuth for: Figure out just where the hell I am currently.   Maybe I can get something to make sense on the Straits of Meh.

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I wrote the above yesterday afternoon, and scheduled it.  Between then and what you are reading now, I chanced upon this post by Sarah at the Mad Genius Club.  This is her group of fellow writers and a hella resource for up-n-coming writers (such as meself) so may not be for everyday reading for most peeps, but is on my daily check out.   With all the fun and games of fouled rudders and no bearings on upside-down charts, I missed this post the other day.

Let me face one fact, right up front: My problem right now is as simple as this: Depression.   Yup, I’m feeling more than a touch depressed right now, between Dawg, finances, and lack of relief by kayak/camaraderie of friends, I hit my slump.    What really tipped the scales was seeing my tax documents for the year,,,,,     No need to share that figure, but it was quite a bit lower than I expected, to the tune of ten grand lower.   

Soooooo,,,,,,   I read Sarahs “Be the unicorn” and sat back and thought about things a bit.   She’s right!!! In my mind, (and it’s something I work hard against) I am so flipping average as to be flat boring.   Its a self image thing, one reinforced over decades by some that would have me be ‘just that!”.  High school counselors, some of my teachers, a few acquaintances that I thought were friends, all fed the self-image that I am not worth the mould that God made for me.

*cough* Look out on your porch at those kayaks YOU built, Dio.    Look on that book shefl where the books YOU wrote are sitting, Look at the ‘me wall'(I can’t, its in boxes still) with pictures and backstage passes from all the years touring with ‘rockstars’.  Look at the White House Communications Citations from 2004,,,,,,,,,,

No, I am not average, no matter what my self-image is.   I may not be that wildly successful person that my Da wants of me, but, DAMMIT, I’ve done shit,,,, DO SHIT, that ‘average’ people only dream of.  (and thats part of why I don’t want a J.O.B.    I have enough skills and talents that I should be able to make my own way without the ‘one good day job’.). And with the writing thing, I may be way behind on ‘paying my dues’, I am quite aware of that, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t ways to make it pay SOMETHING, in the meantime.  I am no Terry Pratchett, nor Heinlein, but I can spin a tale, and get people to forget about things around them for just a few minutes. Thats not ‘nothing‘.  

Still, I need to get my bearings.  Things are changing in the world, in my world, and seriously, after seeing that W2 for 2021,,,,,    No, that shit can’t stand.   I did ‘alright’ seeing how I am not buried in debt, but that level of income does not bode well for moving forward either.   As I stated above, the J.O.B. has been keeping the bilge dry, but sure isn’t powering the radar or GPS or the radio in the Goodship Dio’s Workshop.

NO, This is NOT a bleg for donations.  If you feel the need to support me in anyway, buy some of my books and give them out.  I would much rather that than someone sending me ‘sympathy monies’.   (Sarah had a special case and as many donators said, they were just returning the favor of good work provided non-gratis, previously.   I know I am not in that boat, yet.  )

I’ll be working on that ‘getting my bearings’ for a bit-while yet; I don’t jump just because it looks good; I like a certain amount of insurance/assurance as well.  (and no, OhioGuy, the lottery ticket DIDN’T Pan out, or this depression would be kicked like a bad habit.). I’ll keep posting, just wanted y’all to know that I ‘feel better’ now.  Knowing is half the battle, Right GIJoe? 


Not happy

Sorry for the lack of posting, been busy, its cold, and days are short, so I squeeze in what I can while I can.  Staying up on the latest outrage of the FRAUD is at the low end of that list (but I do keep a weather ear out for sudden shifts in tyranny to make sure I am not caught broadside)

Trying something a little different with the kayak.  Its not new; others have done it and reported good results, but I am not happy with what I am seeing.   Ok, gotta bring y’all up to speed here.  In both Serena and Duh!kee, I used a two part polyurethane system from Spirit-line.   Good results, but it can be finicky about repairs and re-finish.   Most people just ‘deal’ until such time as its time to re-skin.   Well, this time around I chose to go with regular spar varnish and pigment it like I do the two-part (very successfully at that).   

MEH!!!   

It soaks into the fabric very well, maybe better than the two part stuff does (less solids, more carrier solvents).  and it takes pigment pretty well too: nothing separating out when it gets on the fabric.   BUT,,   That finish is totally lacking any luster or appeal.   Its a smooth satin and I had to double check to make sure I hadn’t picked up a satin varnish ( ( didn’t, its high gloss).    It looks ‘Okay’, but it certainly lacks the ‘POP!” that the two part gave to Serena.   

*sigh*

And I am to far along and committed to a system to make the change to the other.   Heck, once that first line of coating went on, I was committed with no recourse for correction.   
But I will not be using it again.   

And I already told myself “Self, you shoulda tried it on a peice of scrap FIRST”.   Self responded that at the price I am paying for spar varnish, I was committed to the system and a test strip would have done little to my resolve.  Both selves are right.   I would have found a use for the spar varnish elsewhere, but at $18/qt and I bought a gallon, I was determined to use the crap on this boat.    Should’ve stuck to ‘tried and true’.   Live and learn, and I did learn and won’t be repeating this little screw-up.

Honestly, it looks like I painted the hull with a satin house paint, not varnish.   Blech!!!  

On other fronts, I have a 2 gallon pot of chicken parts stewing on the woodstove, and will be adding my dumplings in tomorrow after I skim out all the bones and other inedible parts.  That will keep me fat and happy for a week.   And the Kittehs are digging on the ‘other parts’ that they were given.   Grizz is especially fond of the livers and did something out of character for him: He growled at Mamakat when she went sniffing at his share.

It’s winter, chicken n dumplin’s are winter food and after a week of Chili, I needed a change-up.   (but DAMN that last bowl of Chili was EX-SEE-LANT!!!).  

May have a winter paddle forthcoming with B.   Watching weather and if things look stable, we are planning on a day trip out in the frosty cold waters of somewhere here local.   Maybe my fugly boat will get to make her first trip.   Even though the ‘paint job’ is shitte, there were a lot of cool features added in that I really want to try out.  That hard deck, the bulkhead foot brace and a slight shift in the hull design.   Yeah, I should make one change, try it out then incorporate it into another boat with another change: thats proper protocol when doing things like this, but then, I am anything but a proper kayak designer.   I figure if any one of the changes is bad, I will know right up front seeing how this is ‘almost’ the same boat that I started with.  (same length and beam, new ribs but same profile other than less rocker, which is a change I do know the results of.)

Ok, Grizz figured out I am seated and not moving, so its lap time for him.   I’ll post more soon.


addled mind, addled day

I really need to start working on a full time internet access point here at the homestead. I sat down to write no less than four posts today, and the lack of internet access ruffled my feathers enough that I just gave up. Its later in the day and the signals have settled down enough that I can now write,

Something.

Certainly not any of the posts that I tried to write earlier since they were blown out of the water before leaving the dock,,,

BUT,,,

I wasn’t sitting on my duff doing nuttin’ all day. Been quite busy as you will see. I had that coaming about 2/5ths done last night, and today was spent ‘putting the polish’ on it. Mostly warping wood so that it followed curves.

This isn’t so much woodworking as sculpting. Each piece glued into place, then rough shaped with a flap-disc, a non-orbital sander to follow up and knock down the rough marks, followed by hand sanding of three grits to get baby butt smooth. I even went over it with some double aught steel wool to get that silky feeling to the final surface before a light wetting down with water. Another round with the steel wool when that was dry, wipe down with a dry cloth, and ready for varnish. I am not going to forget that lesson of needing a middle-man with fiberglass/resin.

I even put two of my skirts on it to make sure things were good to go. The XL deck skirt fit best, but the L deck went on too, with only a little bit of a fight.

And here she is in all her glory with linseed oil soaked frame and hard-deck coaming under varnish. I will do the glass later this weekend, or even over the Christmas break (between family events).

I just noticed that there is a plethora of dust on that gunwale and it looks ‘dry’. It isn’t, just looks that way with all the dust on top. Wiped down, it is just as dark as the fore gunwale.

Glass, final coat of varnish when that is cured and sanded, then SKIN TIME.

Ordered my two-part but it looks like it won’t be shipped till after Christmas. That means that I may not have this kayak finished until sometime in the New Year. Depends on when I get that goop. Skinning it won’t be that rough, but I don’t want the skin sitting there getting dirt on it while waiting either. It will be a situation of skin it, shrink it, and goop it up as fast as possible. Don’t want any fish-eyes in this skin like Serena had. (no one ever said anything about them to me, but I saw them EVERY DANGED TIME I was around that boat. kind of irritating.)(and with kittehs running rampant and bored by foul weather, even the best efforts would end up with dirt and gunk on it if I let it sit around for more than 5 minutes. That was my biggest problem making that coaming: Grizz kept wanting to help and with Cyanoacrylate, that was NOT going to be a good thing. yeah, I used quite a bit of superglue putting that coaming together. Better that then the alternative of wood glue and needing days to set up. The bond is tougher than the surrounding wood and I ‘filletted’ the joints with sanding dust to add strength. I can pick up the kayak by the lip and not hear any creaking or warnings of something about to give: She is TOUGH.)

It’s getting dark out there now, and supposedly the temps are going into the basement tonight. (cloud cover usually keeps them steady, but the forecast is near freezing by daybreak. Lovely,,,,). SO, I need to start getting the wood stove ready, just in case. (if temps hover over 45, I leave it alone and dress accordingly, otherwise, I am opening every door and window by 3am to cool the house down and not kill pets or myself.) and now you know where all those little end-cuts and shavings and what not that happen when building a kayak go to (and why I prefer building them at this time of year, besides the fact that the water is witches teat cold,,,)

More tomorrow as I catch up and maybe one or two of those blasted out of the water posts will make a come-back.


Apologies for the Hiatus.

just going through the routines currently.  Fighting a mild case of depression, a usual for me this time of year, and no need to delve into the ‘why’s’ as there is reason enough watching the world slowly devolve; like watching a dementia patient slowly slide into the final state.   Oh, wait, just like watching Emperor Poopy-pants the first discuss the economy by citing  “I. Pencil” for dummies after reading only the opening chapter.

Lots of good stuff out there on the webs,  Sarah’s pointing out that our IMMIVASION is nothing new and very much an old tactic for softening up a resident populace.  I take back my statements of “replacement population” and will resort to “INVASION FORCES”: in all reality, there are real fighters in that mess, and I have mentioned to keep an eye out for ‘strange conex boxes’ in obscure locations.   And if you find one before kick-off of the festivities, consider it an early Christmas for you and yours, distribute accordingly, and KEEP YOUR DAMNED MOUTHES SHUT!!!!

Just going through the routines.   Going to the J.O.B. every day, making sure to represent my skills the best way I know how, and watching the supply chain issues slowly creeping our way.  Granted, we have had supply side issues for months now, but I am beginning to see them stratify into my areas.   We are down to roughly half a bundle of pipe that I use for building most of our products.  A quick calculation tells me that if we don’t get a shipment in this Friday, I am on temporary leave until such time as we have the materials needed.   I currently have 4 pages of build notes, and those four pages easily burn through our existing stock and into another bundle, and NOT BE COMPLETE.   And those pages are added to daily.   

No, that’s not the cause of the depression.   Honestly, I could take the next month off and it wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit.   Might dig into my finances, but it wouldn’t bother me to maybe get some of those other things done thatI get distracted away from by having the daily duty of making a paycheck, (and feeding four-feets, keeping the homefires burning (literally this time of year) and all the other stuff that accumulates on a single dood curmudgeon living on a hill in KY)

YAY,  Grizzy just brought me a very young mouse, quite dead, and looking pleased as punch with himself.   ANother problem that irritates the hell out of me this time of year, and my Furbabies are doing danged good at dealing with it.   (and when he isn’t looking, in the toilet it goes.  Don’t want him thinking I don’t appreciate his ‘gift’.)

One thing that messes with me this time of year, probably the trigger for my depression is loss of daylight.   I work through most of the daylight hours, then have almost none to work with for ME/MY PROJECTS, and I start feeling behind the eightball on things.   That usually leads to me scrambling to ‘catch up’ and that is ALWAYS when the mistakes start piling up.    I may not focus on “Perfect” but I hate redoing any work, especially due to me getting stoopid and (feeling) rushed.  I am also wating on the fabric for the kayak build.   Ordered, but, yet again, the company I ordered it through is sitting on things.   I may have to start digging for a different company to deal with that I can rely on.  This is the third time they’ve done this.  The last two times, Order confirmed, but nothing ever shipped.  At least they didn’t charge the card, even though it approved and showed transaction complete, it was never finalized on that end.   Just frustrating when you are counting on something to complete a project, and find you have even longer to wait as you look for an alternate source/product/material to replace the original idea.   At least this instance, this is a rebuild, and I am in no rush to complete since its colder than a witches teat in November (It is November Dio) and the water levels everywhere around here are sorely lacking for any reasonable paddle fun.   Like B says, most of the creeks are ‘frigging goat paths” right now.   Even the Cumberland river nearby is a ‘float scrape, scrape PORTAGE, float scrape” trip, and thats just in the first down-river mile from my place.   It may be awhile before I can test float the “Rebuilt Kayak carcass formerly known as Serena/now Selkie”, and I want to do it on river as I want the current for testing handling and stability.   Static water of an inland lake won’t do in this case.   Just fiddlin’ details that I am trying to correct in this build.

Oh, yeah, for the test float, I won’t be using the new (when it ships if it ships) skin.  I snagged a poly-tarp from the billboard guys and that will be my makeshift skin for the test float. (gonna look kinda funny with a giant cheeseburger design on the skin,,,, sure won’t be a permanent thing,,, )   Polyester shrinks under heat, so I can stretch the ‘skin’ on, then use a heat gun to tighten it up.  Its already waterproof so I don’t need to seal anything up for a test run.  Its not like I am going to try and roll it, and if I capsize, its a wet exit, swim for shore kinda day then.   I don’t see that as an issue though, Serena was stable as all get out and I am not changing much in the hull shape in the cross section, just the longitudinal.  If anything, she will be more stable since I am widening the beam by one inch and bring the CG closer to Keel by flattening that rocker.  (and anyone that ever saw me in Serena prior will choke on that ‘stable’ statement, her primary was shit, but her secondary was a brickwall.  She just ‘felt’ tippy in flat water, but she was stable as can be in wild water. A definite confidence builder when the waves started breaking on her bow.  Even with that ‘brickwall’ secondary, she was an easy roller, and surprised the hell out of me at the pool. ). Maybe I can get some serious work done on the frame this weekend and get closer to that test day.   As for a repeat of the time loop thing, not a complete fit this go-round.   I had Serena wrapped and tested prior to T-day in 2019, and skinned and sealed by December 1.  That may not happen again due to the skin supplier.   (one alternate, pricey, but doable, is from an airplane materials supplier.   Same concepts, and I can get NON-FAA certified material for this to save a little cash.  No need to have the FAA dealing with a silly single seat boat, eh?)

outside of my darkened thoughts, Da is doing good.  Bored, what with me gone during the days working, and not having much time between getting home and total darkness.   Came home today and he and a neighbor were playing with a backhoe and digging the ducks a larger wading pool.  Funny part is, they aren’t even HIS ducks.  They belong to a local Gentlewoman Farmer, but Da goes out and buys 50# sacks of feed for them (and her free-range chickens), built them a pond so they didn’t have to risk going to the river, and even built them a nest site under his porch “so if the weather turns, they don’t have to waddle home”.    He comes off like a mean grumpy bastard to most people, but the man has a soft heart for animals that most people would never guess at.  

I wonder where I get it.  LOL.    

Anywhoos, y’all take care, I’ll be back tomorrow with something more inline with the currents of this blog.   Just needed some ‘Me’ time.


Kittehs file #90845

(Last nights post, been a little busy,,,)

Sitting here typing away on several items, watching my kindle reload from a botched update for some reason*, and kittehs are vying for the spot behind the Mac. I have a retro roll top desk without the roll top, and they are squeezing their little behinds in under the cubbies behind my Mac. Couldn’t for the life of me figure out what all the fuss was about until I reached back there to push Grizzies tail out of the way (it was wrapped around the front and being all distracting like. ). Whoa!!! It’s warm back there!!!! And not just because there are two cats squeezed under the cubbies, but because the vent from the computer is blowing back there and computers generate a LOT of heat when they are running full throttle.

We are at that time of the year where its too warm to start a fire, but cool enough that fuzzballs start thinking about burrows to bundle in when it gets dark out. Voo, not so much until the wee hours, but the littles like WARMMSSSSS. And its kind of early in the year to be honest. Yes, its September (where the Frick has this year gone????) but here we don’t usually see chill weather till mid to late October, and it is definitely feeling like that time now. Haven’t had our first deep frost yet, so the trees haven’t started the fall change over yet, but the way it feels now, its probably not that far off and will be early this year.

Damn, I was supposed to be moved to SC before that time. Now I am going to have to get firewood built back up in the shed, or its going to be a damned chilly winter in my little house. Fortunately, I have three white oaks and a red oak within a 100 yards that need taken down. Two of those are already dead and leafless so no harm done. The others are still green, but the trunks are showing signs of bad disease, so they need downed before they choose that time themselves. Looks like I have a couple working weekends ahead of me. And maybe give the old man something to do: IE, give me grief that I’m ‘doin’ it wrong’. LOL.

But, sitting here, typing away, kittehs being kittehs and I realize, maybe they have the right of it: I’m getting chilly too. No fires until the evenings are around 45 and falling. Otherwise I have to open the house up or we all suffer. 45 is the ‘magic number’. Until then, dress accordingly, or in Kat think, “Put on more fur”.

*(still botched, so I think its something to do with the Mac itself. Worked fine in the 2010 unit, and this is a 2012 unit with my old harddrive in it.. Not that I read much on the computers, but I do like to reference things at times)