This has nothing to do with politics, world affairs or anything else besides my mental state of mind. Think in terms of “dismayed”, as in you open a door, you look, the only thing spoken is…fuck me. See that iron, it’s heavy, she got 6 irons from different decades, plus the ones that came on a covered wagon up through the Cumberland Gap. Those irons from the past, thing about them, through the decades irons got lighter which means you have to press harder to get wrinkles out, notice the irons of today, they be getting heavier. Been told I clean up rather well, when I cleanup, that’s because I have my own G’damn iron.
Something to ponder because I did, when the grid goes down from a EMP,terrorist mofos, goverment decree, the woodworker be walking to my place to mooch tools, so he can build stuff during the long winters
Tried the top level, works just fine, there was no power here when the house was built, it’ll be project when the wind is howling,snow coming in sideways. I’ll clean them up, just never know when they be needed again.
This picture needs translating
“Get ouside and don’t kill yourself or anyone else!”
I got me a new machine for doing stuff up, thinking a trade with the woodworker, build me something for the machine and the combo tablesaw/miterbox is yours, just get it the hell outta here.
Come Hell or High water, she was ready
it’s pretty cool seeing how technology changed, the way things are going, looks like we’re heading right back where we came from, one don’t get to be a 100 and not see things come full circle.