26 Augusto

Once again greetings from The Dark Hour. Now Wednesday and I am thinking this day I actually have a jump on the field bursting out of the gate at the bell leaving the other horses for just a moment as I bolt to the front of the pack.

Short entry anticipated at this point as the fun things are accumulating rather quickly.

ENLIGHTEN US YOUR LOYAL SUBJECTS POR FAVOR.

Very well. As I attacked the list yesterday after the ride my mind and stream of consciousness over ruled the actual pace of progress.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

If you didn’t interrupt I WOULD explain. Moron.

I started painting 12 (one dozen) small seagulls for the next two (2) small Watching the Shore series paintings.

There were four (4) that had heads poorly shaped so back they went for some touches up and rework while the others dried with the first undercoat of white. After the tiny heads were reshaped, I later applied the white undercoat so the entire lot is now caught up but I got a half-step ahead of myself with the narrative.

Anyway, it was about this time that I reassessed my priorities and changed my tack. FB has an order pending for holders for small essential oil bottles which I have been lining up infrastructure to start producing. She has started PUSHING ME (!!) for some samples!!

I committed to sending a set of samples this week which I am thinking complete and pack at least a set of three (3) today and overnight them to her. I had to glue one yesterday so that one should be ready this morning but then the Epiphany, revelation or eureka moment struck me.

I determined that it was taking me far too long to locate the position and drill the holes as I was doing and this particular process was the first candidate for a ‘process improvement.’

A faster method was needed and I struggled with it but only for a short time. A pattern or template was what I needed.

I could have made a template with some basic simple enginering drawing softwarre but it would have taken me again too much time for a number of very good reasons.

So I made a call to my Mom and spoke to my Brother who was there.

Ever the Wizard, I was able to explain perfectly to him what I was trying to do complete with critical dimension AND he got it. In minutes, MINUTES !!, he had a file to me via email which will save me HOURS of touch labor not to mention the mental anguish associated therewith.

This morning again and already I made yet another discovery with the TunedIn app on the smart phone.

Previously, I signed up for the free, FREE 30-day Premium package which includes NHL playoff games. SUPREME FIND as Stars games are getting few and now farther between. Games on the radio expose (?) THIS listener to different sets of announcers, some real HOMERS BTW and it is ALL GOOD.

Last night I was ust thrilled to listen to the Bolts best the Bruins 4-3 in a thriller.

HOW CAN A RED SOX FAN SO HATE AND DISPISE THEIR ORIGINAL SIX HOCKEY CLUB?

Easy. Brian Marchant. The little puke OBVIOUSLY escaped and skated out of a penal trailer park somewhere his mother was incarcerated. The little cheapshot ‘artist’ can not be low-blowed enough for my liking. He DESERVES every one he gets.

Anyway, I have alarms set for ALL THREE (3) games to listen today starting at 2:00 (Eastern).

This morning's discovery was finding another 'station' / channel that had exclusively episodes of 'Our Miss Brooks.' OMB has become a Favorite and now access to any and ALL episodes not having to wait for one to rotate up on the Antioch network.

WHAT'S THE APPEAL?

I THINK it's the crazy little stories and antics, characters and the constant sarcasm from the main character. For the masked unfortunates, Miss Connie Brooks is a high school English teacher in a small mid-western (?) school, single and me thinks in fear of getting too old to find a 'man'. She has a constant eye out and open for the biology teacher at the school but so does another single (and aggressive) teacher at the same school.

It's light, funny and thouroughly amusing on occassion and makes me glad I am not in high school because I just might hit on Miss Brooks.

But moving to a wrap up, FINALLY, Life could always be better but right now I don’t have the luxury to sit, think and finally describe how.

Got to go.

‘It’s getting near dawn …’ Bruce & Clapton