I have been busy.  I have been tired.  OK, I know that’s normal input for this.  I guess that’s what happens when I work on typing after other things are good.  As for these last two weeks: I have been working on a trailer in which to haul the Samson stuff as well as a new portable sound equipment bag in which we have wireless microphones, wireless in-ear monitor, and a mixer to send the sound appropriately before sending it to the main mixer board.  This will hopefully help hearing the parts without the volume and bulk of regular monitors.  As for the trailer, here is this morning’s pic:

trailerYou will notice the ribs on the roof.  Each piece was individually cut and welded there.  I think that’s about 70 welds on the roof pieces alone.  I also doubled the back bar so that the ramp which is in the works will have better support from the structure.  Down in the bottom of the pic, notice the bar from that jack across to the other side of the triangle.  Having the jack there was handy, but the bar was light enough, that it was bending.  I put the support there on the bottom of the triangle beams to stop it from bending under the stress of lift.  It is also tall enough for both of us to walk inside without endangering our heads with the top structures.  That is one of the joys of self built.  Another is the training that learning to weld will bring.  I am no longer nervous about the bright light bringing molten steel to bear on a crack.  I’m not good by any means, but I can get a weld there now.  That’s worth something.

There are a couple of ponderings I have had while doing this project: 1) I have been noted by a couple for the various “skills” I have exhibited over the years.  I donn’t think much of them, as they aren’t professional level, and I’m just trying to get a job done.  Personally, I would say that’s what one should do – decide what needs to be done and get the skill to do it, or make the money to hire it done.  Since nurses aren’t high on the pay scale, I have to rely on the former more than the latter.  That’s doesn’t seem strange to me, it’s just survival.  2) There was a chart from the election touted by Rush Limbaugh and seen on the web showing the election by county and noting how little of the country is in the blue.  Rush made the comment that the reason this chart doesn’t really matter is that half of the population lives in those exact counties in the blue.  This left me to wonder: what makes living close together more of a socialist mentality, than an independent mentality.  I realize that there are two parties: Republican and Democrat, but to be honest, the Democrats are socialist with window dressing, and the Constitutional freedom loving individuals have only one major party from which to choose, and it’s a poor roll of the dice at that.  We have one good senator here in Texas, and one for which I had to hold my nose.  So, back to the population, it occurred to me that the city folks don’t deal with animals much.  Sure they have cats and dogs and pets and stuff, but how many really have neighbors with a hook in their garage or out the back door?  It’s the country folks who know where meat comes from, and what it takes to put it on the plate.  The interaction one has with a grocery is limited to the appearance in the package, the amount desired on the sticker, and if both are acceptable, the exchange is made and the piece of meat goes home with the consumer.  There is no hunt, no tracking, no field dressing, no cleaning, no butchering and packaging for the freezer, less independence and self reliance than is needed when hunting supper in the wild.  How about something from the store?  When you live 2 miles from the store, it’s not too big a deal to drop by and grab something forgotten.  When you live 50 miles from the store, the time and gas make this an adventure requiring thought and planning to reduce the chance that another trip will be required.  As I read in a book one time – socialism can only survive in a time of plenty.  Decisions made in time of want hold a higher risk level requiring more care and consideration as to the best decision.  The cost of a wrong decision is too great.  When supplies are available, shortage is not a consideration, bad decisions lose their gravity, and errors are more easily absorbed.  I can forget milk in the city and be back in 15 minutes with a gallon.  I can’t do that from the middle of pastureville.

I’m sure there are other contrasts with city vs country and blue vs red, but those were the couple that came to mind while working on the recent projects.