June 2017

and ask, “Did I really do that?”

We have a flag pole.  It is a 20′ pole which is sunk about 2′ into the ground with a sleeve and concrete base.  Theoretically, that means the pole can be removed.  In practical life, I tried and couldn’t budge the thing.  Oh well, for the most part it worked.  Then we had a storm.  It bent the aluminum pole.  I bent back the pole and bought a galvanized steel pipe to fit into the middle of the aluminum pole and made a plastic ring to provide a joint between the two at the top.  The bottom just set into the sand which was place under the concrete per instructions.  This set up has worked rather well.  When the rope got worn, I cut it, taped a new rope to the old one and pulled through the new one.  That procedure occurred twice until the last rope, being smaller, got stuck in the side of the pulley and broke.  Well, crap.  Now the flag was just above half mast and there was no way to raise or lower it.  A storm remedied that problem.  The flag was down, but there was no rope and no gold ball on the top of the pole.  Well, after letting it sit for a couple of weeks, I decided it wasn’t going to get better by itself and the uncomfortable job needed to be done.

The ladder was not quite tall enough for the pole, so an additional height was needed.  The truck was utilized for this purpose and once up, the ladder had to be secured.  This required the car to be placed to the right side of the ladder and a tow rope secured with a tie-down strap to that side of the ladder.  A gift from siblinginbox was utilized on the other side.  This was a rope which was tied to the other side of the ladder and extended to the fence post by the gate.  The rope was long enough to return to the ladder and then the front post of the house.  That provided three directions of security.  I was guessing that with my weight, the ladder should not move towards the truck.  Well, the gold ball was placed in a pocket and the rope pulled through a belt loop and up the ladder I went.  Once past the middle point, the pole bent more for every step I took.  My nervousness increased at the same rate.  About 4′ from the top, I stopped and backed down the ladder.  Another tie was applied from the pole to the front bed of the truck.  Now everything was held in 4 directions.  truck with ladder

The next time up the ladder, I made it to the top and screwed the gold ball up there.  I didn’t match the threads well and was not able to unscrew the thing, so said, “scrap it,” grabbed the wrench, and tightened it there.  The rope was next.  I tried to get it through the pulley bracket cover and it kept getting stuck.  After several attempts and biting a bend in the rope, I managed to get it through the opening.  Yea!  Remember that I’m holding on with one hand and trying to pull the rope with the other.  Well, gravity worked.  The pulley lowered the coefficient of friction and the rope ended up on the ground.  Trip three was planned.

On the third trip, I taped a bread tie to the end of the rope and pulled the thing back through the belt loop.  On arrival back at the top, it took several tries and readjustments with my mouth of the bread tie, but finally went through the pulley and this time I had a better grip on the long end of the rope.  Job done.


I guess life is just one little step after another.  That’s how it feels at times.  I have been after this project over a couple of weeks, and just have the unit assembled, mostly, and running.  What is this unit?  I have put together a sun powered water pump to run the irrigation in the garden. There is a 100 watt solar cell on the roof to power a battery and charging module which in turn provides power to the 12 volt water pump which has a pressure switch already installed.  That saved me another part.  Well, to keep the pump safe, a filter was needed.  I found one on line with a stainless steel filter allowing a long term usage of the part.  Next is the pump operating on 12 volts and having its own pressure switch to shut off about 50 psi.  When I first tried it, the pump was going on and off constantly as the garden is plumbed with drip tubing.  To keep the pump from continuously cycling, I added a pressure tank and a pressure regulator.  All these were mounted on a couple of legged stands and as I didn’t have enough hose to properly mount the filter, the assembled parts ended up looking like this:

sun powered pump

It’s not the neatest, but it does work, so I am pleased.  I still need to mount the solar cell and put the battery box in a more permanent position.  I’m thinking just under the eve where it will be out of the rain, but accessible.

Imagine you are throwing a rock.

Imagine you are throwing a rock hard enough to dent a roof vent.

Imagine you are throwing a rock hard enough to dent and make a crack in a roof vent.

Imagine you are throwing a rock hard enough to dent and make a crack in a roof vent 13 feet in the air.  You may get something looking like this:Photo06251821

You see the rock still there.  I was looking at the roof damage from the recent storm and on return to the ladder noted the vent didn’t look happy.  On closer examination, I was just left with “wow.”   We did have quite a bit of wind the other night…

I read this article and had to note how well the author analyzed the subject at hand.  I had a moment discussion with an individual at church on Sunday.  This individual works on political campaigns and was in one himself and spoke at the service.  One subject mentioned was freedom.  I told him afterwards that to me, there has to be responsibility.  The two are linked, and once one reduces responsibility, freedom is lost as well.  Freedom without responsibility is license.

I had a moment at work the other day.  A coworker held up a water bottle and asked how old it was.  I replied it was about 3 billion years.  Also, since it is constantly recycled, consider how many dinosaurs through which it has been as well as how many people have previously drunk it.  My coworker decided to get another bottle…

There is the concept of political correctness against which I have written on several occasions.  At the base of this is the desire by the elites to remove language from the lexicon in such a way that concepts are unable to be spoken.  Once the words have been removed, the concept is effectively removed as well as there is no decent way to describe it any more.  For any who doubt such an idea in real life, I present the following:

What We Should Learn from the Lack of Maintenance in Africa & the Rest of the Perennial Third World

Look about half way down the article to see this in application.

Happy Father’s Day to those practitioners of this much maligned and devalued profession.  There was a joke a couple of decades ago.  It went something like this: On Mother’s Day, the kids call the mom, give flowers cards, take her out to eat and express appreciation.  Father’s Day is a Graham Rudman Mother’s day.  Does anyone remember Graham Rudman?  We can see how well that one turned out.  Back to the subject.  There are two points which need to be made especially for today.  1.) men are required as the backbone of civilization, 2.) it takes a man to make a boy into a man.  I can hear some screams of disgust at my choice of the two topics, but for anyone who wishes to continue, I do have some relevant thoughts.  There is only one maternally oriented society of which I have knowledge – Iroquois.  (I looked up the subject and found that link listing some others)  The foundation of the society is the family and the backbone of the family is the dad.  That’s not to say that mothers have a lesser role, or no authority.  I’m just acknowledging the natural flow of authority and note that Biblically speaking, that is correct.  God will ask the man about his family.  The man was given authority, therefore the man is responsible.  Let me demonstrate this using this country’s inverse of the situation.  Welfare was promoted with Lyin’ B Johnson saying that he would have those N*&^& voting for the democrats for the next 200 years.  What has happened to the black families when it was profitable for the females to remove the fathers from the house?  Next, how has the black population fared behavior-wise and prison population-wise when the man is not available to turn the boy into a man?  Look at the prison population and ask the question – how many of you had an active father?  You know the answer.  I have stated previously and will enter it again at this point – the removal of the father from the family is placing government as the dad.  One lady to whom I made that pronouncement scoffed at the idea and I followed with the question – who do you call when the child is unmanageable?

As for the second point, I was suggested a book a few years ago – Iron John – which was an interesting read.  The subject was turning boys into men as a sociological study where the author observed rituals and passages through various cultures to find a common theme among them.  After all, if something occurs in different contexts and a multitude of cultures, it must be fundamental.  Once you remove the window dressing, there were two salient points.  One, the boy became a man with the direction and tutelage of men.  Two, it was a painful process.  From the book there are a couple of illustrations.  In one tribe, the boys were sent off on their own for three days to forage and be alone – to become hungry and desirous of companionship.  At the end of three days, all the men would be gathered around a fire and would cut themselves and bleed into a cup which was given to the boy to drink.  From that point on, the boy was under training from the men.  As a baby, the boy was receiving milk from the female.  Once grown, the boy would then become a man and would receive blood from the men.  There were other variations of that same theme.  As for pain, some would inflict it as part of the ceremony – as in knocking out a tooth which was done in another tribe.  But no matter what population group, those two points were noted.

Going back to the first illustration, you can see where I’m going with this.  The government, by removing men from the home, has created the situation where boys aren’t provided the training they need to become real men.  The population is skewed accordingly by that deficit.  Therefore, for those men who have stuck with your families and taken the cultural and media darts to provide your leadership and proper training, my hat’s off to you.  Those children coming behind us need your role model and care.  Kids are benefited by your presence, love, and touch.  I benefited from a father who had a rough childhood, survived war, and still offered his loving touch and direction to the family.  Thanks dad.  All you did was appreciated – and even more so now that I’m older.

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