After getting it all screwed together, I thought, To hell with waiting, and just went ahead and installed it.
So I can check that job right the hell off the "to do" list.
And by the way? I did that after I got up at 7:10 AM to go to work, where I put in a full 8-hour shift. Then I came home, finished the cupola, installed it, cleaned up the garage, and cooked dinner to boot!
The work area for cupola restoration was a hunk of plywood on sawhorses. The plywood was just big enough to fit the cupola base on it, with an additional 2x3 foot area beside it. With that nonsense all put away, though, I've now got approximately 1.5 riding mowers' worth of room there.
Anyway it's up, and it looks like a million bucks. I can't remember how long it's been since the weathervane was up there, but I think Dad was still alive when it was.
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This is the truth:
25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?That's what Jesus said, and it's true. But Lord, actually managing to do all that is a heck of a lot harder.
28 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you--you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
--Jesus speaking to his disciples, Matthew 6:25-28
Giving it all to God is one of the hardest things we can do...but it's necessary to be properly faithful.
Which is not to say that all we need to do is lay around and the Giant Vending Machine in the Sky will answer all our prayers. We need to work; we live by the sweat of our brows--and the salient point is seek first His kingdom.
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Haven't linked to Karl Denninger for a while. His posts have tended towards "WALL O' TEXT" and it's just "Whoa, man, I'm not reading all that but this post on the green new deal is short and sweet.
Basically, it's about how the green assrape deal will just move all the environmental costs of manufacturing solar cells to China. Shorn of his usual typographic emphasis:
So China didn't make "better, including cheaper" panels. They cheated. They used coal for the energy inputs (remember, you must put in to get back out; the only 'free' source is that which the sun provided and was sequestered, which is what fossil fuels are) and slave labor.Edited very slightly: all I did was add a comma after "treated" in that last sentence.
Between those two, sure, it's "cheaper." But it's cheating, and just as we've seen repeatedly over the last 30 years or so in the United States it's not really improvement; it's simply taking the nasty things we don't allow here, like dumping toxic wastes into our water and air, and moving them over there. Ditto for labor; we have standards for how workers are treated, while they use literal slaves.
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Other ways Illinois can drive businesses out.... Making unionizing a constitutional right. It still has to be voted on by the public, of course.
...who will be voting using Dominion voting machines.
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Saturday, FedEx delivered a baby swing to the bunker.
We didn't order one. No, we'd ordered a swimming pool and a solar cover. Swimming pool came Friday, cover came Saturday. The same driver that delivered the cover to us delivered a baby swing.
No the addresses did not match. In fact, the delivery person had to walk right past the house's number plate to deliver the swing to the porch, by the front door. The cover was left on the driveway, in front of Mrs. Fungus' car, right in front of the number plate for the house.
Tuesday, I called FedEx. Getting through to a person was made extra-hard, on purpose, by a computer system which had been programmed not to transfer you to a person. Anyway I eventually bamboozled the thing to the point that it gave up and sent me to a person.
I was told that a driver would pick up the package and deliver it to the appropriate address. Well, a driver did not come and pick up the package Tuesday; and I resolved to handle the matter myself Wednesday evening if FedEx did not.
Well, FedEx obviously couldn't be arsed to do anything about it, so when I got home from work, I put the box into the back seat of the Jeep, drove across town to the right address, and left it just inside the fence at the correct address.
The thing is, [Fungal Street] is broken into three pieces. There's the stretch I live on, which forms a T intersection at its south end. On the other side of a strip of houses, it continues for exactly one block, where it again makes a T intersection. Then, on the other side of that strip of houses, it is [Fungal Avenue], and that's where the recipient of this particular baby swing lives. That house is, in fact, one block from the street which marks the southern border of the Fungal Vale.
Almost but not quite literally on the other side of town.
FFS, FedEx guy! You quite literally have one job, you know?
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Anyway, after all that work I did today, I'm pretty tired. The effort of getting the cupola put up on the roof was more strenuous than I had expected it to be, but I handled it. So, I got a long-standing chore completed, and got some exercise to boot. Can't complain about that!