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Friday, May 02, 2003
Janis Gore reminded me that I haven't posted an update on the retirement plans in a while. Well, I think the last time I Iooked , I was going to have to work about ten years after I die. Today, it looks like I can retire about the same time as I die. The old IRA is looking up at least until a butterfly falls on Wall Street and the markets panic, an event I predict for no later than Monday hence.

Wednesday, April 30, 2003
My goodness. Two posts in one day. Having been inspired by my blogdaddy Terry Oglesby I thought I would write about my weekend.

Saturday: Get up early. Journey to M-in-law's farm to do basic around the house maintenance and work on cleaning out the barn preparing for the hoped for Autumn sale of the farm. First task is to stop small drip under the kitchen sink . Remove valve and travel to hardware store. Now for you folks who don't live in small towns, I need to explain that there is no Lowe's or Home Depot, just Biddle's HW. The owner likes his weekends and closes at 12:00 on Saturdays. No problem. It is only ten and I have plenty of time to do the job since all I have to do is replace the leaking valve or better still, repack it. No repair kit is available, but a new valve only costs $3. Buy the new valve, go back to farm, discover that the compression sleeve is actually a flared portion of the copper water pipe. No problem. Whack off pipe with hacksaw along with a fair portion of a finger. Anyone who has ever read this blog knows that I keep a large supply of bandages for just such occurrences. Fortunately M-in-law and wife are off shopping and so do not see the ample supply of blood on the kitchen floor. Clean up blood and bandage finger. Reclean mess. Always bandage before cleaning. Remember, loot before burning? Same principle. Replace valve. Turn on water. Leak is now a gush. Maybe I don't know what I am doing. Go buy another compression sleeve. Notice that it is 11:45. Buy three compression sleeves. I am not nearly as dumb as I act. Use up all three sleeves finally fixing leak on fourth try. Good thing too. I was running out of copper pipe to pull up through the floor.

Complete a really fine day doing various farm chores with no further injuries other than just a touch of sunburn. Go to a production of "Fiddler on the Roof" at Northeast Alabama Community College. NACC has a really fine amateur theater company who out did themselves in this production. Le Vann Jackson is outstanding in the lead role.

Sunday afternoon, decide to move some rock from the Kudzu before the developer plows it under. The pile of rock appears to have been there for about 50 years and I think about half is actually old concrete with moss growing on it. I plan on doing some landscaping with the rock. Discover that moving a ton of rock in a wheelbarrow is not a really good idea. After an hour, I can barely move and beg off even though my wife is still eager to move the remaining ton of rock. I guess I'll end up moving it this weekend.

Oh, did I forget to mention that the old location of the rocks may not exactly be on my property but I think I can successfully argue that the surveyors have put markers all over the place and I thought the rocks were in my backyard. My attorney friend is spending the night with us tonight. I'll ask him about my chancs ahould someone come looking for their rocks.

Okay, so I have to post something in order to meet the requirement for remaining in the Axis of Weevil. Since I am still waiting for my Dreamland BBQ ribs, I don't want to be dropped from the esteemed axis just yet. I see that Mr. Possum's home of Trussville is a feature story in Southern Living this month. I though about driving down to Trussville and asking Mr. Possum in person where the heck my ribs are but I doubt that I can meet the entrance requirements for a featured city.

A developer bought the Kudzu Farm out back of my house so I will probably have to change the name of the Blog to Concrete Acres right soon now. We are really going to miss the Kudzu. It is home to a whole bunch of small animals including a big family of groundhogs which have to be among the funniest animals around. We have the whole extended family including several very small pre-school piglets, some teenagers and the old grandparents. I assume they will not look with favor on concrete and will be moving to a new development themselves. Fortunately, we still have a lot of open land around for them to homestead. It's just that I hate to see them evicted from their long established homes.