Teresa gets up way, way too early. Like, 10 minutes to 6 early. WHY? She doesn’t have some nine-to-five downtown, or a paper route. No, she does it so she can get all crafty without enduring my helpful commentary. One time I got a cheese stick out of the fridge, unwrapped it, and was over by her glue gun saying, “These are DELICIOUS!”. I wasn’t lying.
Today she made some of these little rock-people she calls “Buggles” and a little Altoids-tin home for them. I guess it beats going to the casino.
Here’s a postcard from a young man training at Biloxi to (I presume) his girlfriend back home. Or maybe his girl friend. Back then I think a guy could be friends with a girl without complications.
I found it interesting that the post office would mail these letters for free, thus saving a copper penny, for him to drop somewhere, to the delight of a guy with a metal detector years later. It must not have been in the summer, or he would complain that it is “Africa hot” down there.
Ordered a Garrett Ace 300 for a sort of Fathers Day present, it came today so naturally I put it together right away and started snooping around in the back yard.
Unfortunately I didn’t read the manual, had the sensitivity way too high, apparently that will give you false readings in certain environments; Some hits indicated coins, but nothing there. Hopefully I will do better this weekend.
I did find some parts belonging to old farm equipment, I think. My wife says they are pieces of a swing set, but that L shaped red thing in the ground (A) is at least five feet long (I didn’t dig it out…yet) The tubular bit (B) with the screw in the end (C) is about 2 feet long, I could see it being a crosspiece on a swing set. But who knows. I also found a nail. (D)
Teresa is baffled that I am excited about rusty things buried in the back yard.
My father passed away last year, he had a lot of neat old tools. A master craftsman, he was also a problem solver. My question is, what problem is this widget solving? It’s a little wedge shaped thing with an attached short dowel that can easily be rotated, but will stay in position when it’s not being manipulated. If anyone has a clue, I am all ears. Nobody in the family had even a wild guess.
When I was a kid, some comic books would have ads proclaiming that you could “Throw your voice”; as I recall, it strongly implied that I could do things like make my mother think that my sister was talking back to her. Apparently they would send a non-rusty version of this device, and instructions of some sort. But what if someone asked you something? Were you supposed to keep a handkerchief or Kleenex handy to pretend to cough into?
This is some Jeff Dunham level stuff here. That would be most amusing to see what would happen if mom heard Evelyn say “I keeeel you!!” But I would have started cracking up and probably end up with this thing lodged in my trachea.
I was moving some dirt down by the creek, and look who turns up. Lovable green and wrinkly Yoda. Don’t know how long he had been in the dirt, but he is in pretty good shape…
… I ran him through the ultrasonic cleaner thing I got at a garage sale, maybe it loosened some of the dirt? Scrubbed him with my wife’s toothbrush (an old one) But he is still a little dirty, and I may have dinged him with the shovel. Still a cool find!