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Days until PRESIDENTIAL electionWednesday, WEDNESDAY‼ My keyboard no longer has a functional exclamation key. I have to use the keypad for the number 1 and "insert symbol" for the exclamation point. Bummer, I wonder how much a new keyboard is? Well, they are cheap as dirt. I bid on 2 standard PS/2 keyboards on Ebay with $1 bids for each.
Last entry I was whining about loosing several of the finished Mesquite votive candle holder slabs. I have spent the last 3 days, actually only part of the time, sanding another batch of the slabs. Once again my sleep cycle has shifted to a night owl style. I have been going to bed between 4 and 5 am and sleeping until about 2 pm. For the last 3 days I haven't really done much other than reading the comics and reading emails until about 7 pm. Consequently I have only prepped 6 slabs to the stage before boring the depressions for the glass candle holders. This afternoon I came into the house to get a roll of paper towels to use in finishing the Boer Bean Bowl and stumbled across my hiding place for the lost Mesquite slabs. I had put them in a box filled with bubble wrap I was saving to use to ship a chess men set to South Africa. I need to make the rooks for the set and it will be finished. I'll bet Peiter would have been surprised if I had shipped without checking the box. So now I will have 9 more slabs to photograph and list in my store when OI get my lazy butt around to it.
I finally finished, to my satisfaction, the Boer Bean Bowl. It is 5 and a half inches tall with a mouth opening of 4 and a quarter inches. Roomie took one look and decreed "it's too thick and clunky". She won't be happy with any of my bowls until the damned things are paper thin. This Boer Bean blank has so many cracks and crossed grains that I am unable to remove any more wood. As thick as the sides are they deform when I put a turning tool against them to shave off more wood. The bowl looks like a pregnant woman's stomach when the baby kicks when it is spinning and I have the scraper against the inside wall.
I was disgusted Monday in the wee hours when I woke and found I had missed the "Battle at Kruger" on the National Geographic Channel. When I came in to eat dinner (home made chilli) I discovered that it was on again. Awesome! The video is on Youtube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM. I cannot believe some of the people watching the video were pulling for the croc or the lions. After reading a lot of the comments on various videos I am convinced that a large part of the human race could disappear and thus raise the average IQ of the human race.
I am determined to stay up until tomorrow at 0 pm and then go to bed in a effort to shift my sleep cycle back to normal.
| I asked my wife tonight to pray for me to keep my mouth shut in my Sunday School class. I need to be silent and listen to my classmates. To that aim I am going to print a leaflet to hand out in Sunday school exhorting the people to remind me to listen more and talk less. I need a bible verse to that effect. 5/12/08: Dear God, thank you for offering us daily love and acceptance. Amen. 5/13/08: O Lord, teach us to persevere in faith and to trust you for the outcome. Amen. 5/14/08: Dear Lord, teach us the value of sharing what we have with others. Help us to know that life's true rewards cannot be bought and are not found in this earthly life. Amen. I must confess the lesson for 5/13/08 which was taken from Ezekiel baffles me. Roomie though started singing a song about dry bones that I recognized from childhood. I never knew where that strange song originated. Now I do. |
Junior grandson is so desperate to earn money for a cell phone that I promised him all money from sales of the wind chimes from now on belong to him. Please buy all you can. Not for me but for a future MLB shortstop.

A tough old cowboy from Dillon, Montana, counseled his grandson that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gun powder on his oatmeal every morning. The grandson did this religiously to the age of 103.
When he died he left 14 children, 30 grandchildren, 45 great grandchildren, 25 great-great grandchildren, and a 15-foot hole where the crematorium used to be.
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