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[East Hill]

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So, do you not have a blog?

I am disappointed!

East Hill

[oldfool]

So, do you not have a blog?

I am disappointed!

East Hill

Story of my life. One misstep and I'm caught. Do you read everything in these forums?
I'm not ready yet but here......http://onemoreoldfool.blogspot.com/

Criticism welcome. Just don't make me cry.
:o:eek:
I keep thinking that I should be stopped before it's too late.

[East Hill]

Story of my life. One misstep and I'm caught. Do you read everything in these forums?
I'm not ready yet but here......http://onemoreoldfool.blogspot.com/

Criticism welcome. Just don't make me cry.
:o:eek:
I keep thinking that I should be stopped before it's too late.

You are doing wonderfully well :D . I enjoy reading about your philosophy of life, truly!

Your granddaughter and I both would not want you to stop, either.

East Hill

[oldfool]

I flew again today. First time in a long time. I have this 1973 Peugeot that I put a
new set of 35c tires and tubes on today. This such a nice machine and such a joy
to ride however it has a 57c seat post (22 inch). When I am in the saddle I cannot
reach the ground with my tiptoes. When I stop I have to get off. I easily average
3 to 5 mph faster on this bike than any of the others and without any extra effort.
I love riding it but today while trying to dismount I took a short flight into the mud.
Made a nice landing. A one pointer with a short roll out. Missed the wheel of the
car with my head by an inch but an inch is as good as a mile. While I was down
there I checked the underside of the car as there was no reason to make the
trip for nothing and besides the cats were watching and I wanted them to think that
I did it on purpose. Glad I didn't hurt the car as I will need it tomorrow to take
my granddaughter home.

I didn't break anything but I expect some of these little sore spots are going
to hurt tomorrow and I'll be grumpier than ever. I don't remember these flights
being so traumatic when I was a kid. I also don't remember it taking so long
to get up. Hmmm It would probably be prudent to get rid of this bike.

I had forgotten but you know the world looks a lot different from the mud
and so distant.:o
Think I'll have a gin now for medicinal purposes.

Pictures of bike on my new Blog
http://www.oldfool.org/

[donnamb]

I commented on your Peugeot entry. :p

[oldfool]

I should fall off my bike more often. I slept good last night, woke up this morning with no aches and
pains (well not any more than usual at least) and wasn't even grumpy. Unfortunately it was raining
and a very dark morning so by the time lunch rolled around that changed. Oh well at least I got a little
work done on the skate boarders bike.

I just don't know what to do about the Peugeot. It just sat their glaring at me. Once when my back
was turned I swear I heard an evil laugh and as an evil stepfather I know what an evil laugh sounds
like. Why would anyone design a bike too tall for normal people and make it so nice that I lust
for it. I think it's discrimination. Who do I sue?

I'm thinking that out of spite I'll hack it and put it in Alt Bikes except that I'm afraid some Peugeot
freak would have me killed.

Oh well I've only got $50.00 in it even with the new tires and tubes so I'll let it sit for a while
and think about it. I have done a lot of foolish things in my life (thus the name oldfool) but I think
that I will exercise discretion and stay off that bike.

[East Hill]

I'm thinking that out of spite I'll hack it and put it in Alt Bikes except that I'm afraid some Peugeot
freak would have me killed.


It's not the Peugeot people who would have you marked for destruction, it's the mixte lovers who would frown upon the unwonted destruction :p .

East Hill

[oldfool]

It's not the Peugot people who would have you marked for destruction, it's the mixte lovers who would frown upon the unwonted destruction :p .

East Hill

It's all the same. I'm not worried about being killed I can handle that. I worry that they would hurt me and make me pay. I'm just not into pain. Just mention water boarding to me and I'll confess to everything. I was just out in the workshop looking at it again. Maybe I'll just keep in on static display. It's just such a good ride. Not as good as my1976 Schwinn step through but what it lacks in comfort it makes up in speed. :o:)

[oldfool]

February 19, 2008

What a beautiful day, temperature in the upper 60*s, sunny and very little wind unlike yesterday which although sunny never reached 60* and there was a very gold gusty wind from the north. I tried to get out yesterday but the cold made my hands hurt to the point of distraction. I did not waste the day however as a pair of Wrens were moving into the new Wren house so I just watched. I don't see how they can fly to that little bitty hole and just pop right through it with out even slowing down. Magic. So far this month we have had blue jays, cardinals robins, wrens, house sparrows, pesky grackles and a pair of mourning doves that appear to have taken up house keeping somewhere in the oak trees. The local giant white egrets put on a show everyday. I wonder how they survive with the constant encroachment of man. One came through the yard yesterday under the tree canopy and looked like a small airplane it was so big.

Today was bike to the store day so I took out "Old Yeller" wiped off the dust and commenced. I had such a glitch in my back this morning that I couldn't walk comfortably. A glitch that ran from my lower back down my right leg so I didn't know if I could ride or not. I am happy to say that it was not a problem. The bike is such a nice rider. Quiet,simple and it doesn't throw me off either like that cursed Peugeot.

The car people didn't disappoint me. They were just as obnoxious, careless and non-thinking as usual. They can pretty much be counted on to be consistent. Walt Disney pretty much covered the transformation one goes through getting behind the wheel of an automobile as did the 'toon gods at Warner Bros.

Picture below is of "Old Yeller" in its current configuration. That's 30 lbs+ of groceries and sundries. As you can see there is room for more. The only problem was the tool bag on the front. It acted as pendulum and made the steering a little erratic. I didn't figure that out until I was nearly home. duh. The black bag carries the overflow over my shoulder. Today it has only an avocado and my camera.

I'm going to do a piece in my oldfool blog soon about the history, modifications and trials of this bike. It is truly an all purpose bike.

[Sixty Fiver]

OF - You are a gifted writer.

[Sixty Fiver]

"I just don't know what to do about the Peugeot. It just sat their glaring at me. Once when my back
was turned I swear I heard an evil laugh and as an evil stepfather I know what an evil laugh sounds
like. Why would anyone design a bike too tall for normal people and make it so nice that I lust
for it. I think it's discrimination."

Mebbe the Peugeot is just destined to be someone else's... perhaps I could find one in your size ?

[East Hill]

I'm going to do a piece in my oldfool blog soon about the history, modifications and trials of this bike. It is truly an all purpose bike.

Another great post, oldfool! I will anticipate reading in your blog about your faithful companion, "Old Yeller".

East Hill

[oldfool]

OF - You are a gifted writer.

Thanks. You're no slouch yourself and I really appreciate your bikes. New bikes don't really interest me.

....... perhaps I could find one in your size ?

I don't really want one but this nice bike was in the Goodwill store and was much too classy for this Podunk. It doesn't really ride any better than my Schwinn. It's just so light and with lights, rack and full fenders already on it. I'm going to put the original seat and handle bars back on it and see what happens. This bike was rescued for a purpose I believe and it just hasn't worked out yet.:)

[oldfool]

February 19, 2008

Whilst pedaling my fat butt around in circles in Trollville here today I had a sudden revelation. I remembered that I had an experience with another Peugeot once before in the far, far past. Only this was with a car in 1961. My true love (at the time)(more about that later when I get it sorted out) and I bought a 1956 Peugeot model 403. It was a 4 door automobile with a strong 4 cylinder engine. I mean strong in that it would make a good boat anchor. It also had seats that made into a double bed (Leave it to the French to take the American custom of starting a family in the back seat of a car to a new level). It also had the racy styling of a 1951 Plymouth. It was butt ugly. We had no hesitation buying it using the logic that since our 1956 Renault 4CV designed by Porche in the '40's was so utilitarian and reliable that the Peugeot would be also. It didn't work out quite that way.

The main problem was like the bicycle. It didn't fit. Now there are 5 controls that need to be readily available to the driver when driving. The steering wheel, the gear shift, the accelerator, the clutch and last but not least the brake. You would think that some French engineer would have sat in this car when it was assembled to see if all these controls worked and perhaps they did because it could be operated. With difficulty. The problem, for me at least, was that I wanted to be comfortable with all the controls not just one. Most cars manufactures try to set up all the controls so that they can comfortably be operated and most succeed with at least 3 or 4 out of five. Not so the Peugeot. I could only get comfortable for one. There was just no way I could get a comfortable position for two. I have owned 34 automobiles and light trucks in my short life and I think I know about this.

When I got out of the Navy in August 1962 we hit the road in that car to tour 6 western States for a month or so camping along the way. I learned about metric tools on that trip as the only metric tools I had were crescent wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers. Finally fixed the French idea of a distributor with a good old American coat hanger. When we got home we traded it for a Ford. It was still sitting on the dealers lot 6 months later.

I don't know why that came to mind today except that it was a gray rainy day and needed some gray rainy thoughts. The birds weren't even out. I decided to ride my homemade long bike to exercise some different muscle sets and boy did it ever. This bike is just before being a recumbent and either needs a seat like a Rans fusion or a seat back to push against. I get away with it by friction on the seat when not much effort is needed and pulling on the handle bars when I really need torque. It's really nice to ride and since I can reach the ground flat footed both sides I hardly ever fall off.

I have been reading other blogs for some time and there are some really good ones. They are not from around here however as I believe the majority here are illiterate. At least those who publish the local newspapers are. And the politicians they quote. Don't forget the grade school teachers that can't write a grammatically correct note.

Oh boy I can't wait 'til I can talk about Kilts, sex, the meaning of life and other things. I got a ton of stuff and pictures.

I sent this one to Alt Bikes last year but I'm going to do a whole detailed piece in www.oldfool.org when I get around to it.

This bike is constructed from two BMX bikes. It is similar to the construction that the current batch of DIY extracycle/big dummy bikes are using. No welding was required. I have several hundred miles on this one.

[East Hill]

Oh boy I can't wait 'til I can talk about Kilts, sex, the meaning of life and other things. I got a ton of stuff and pictures.

Now you've got our attention! Did you say 'kilts' and 'sex' in the same sentence :D ?

East Hill

[oldfool]

Now you've got our attention! Did you say 'kilts' and 'sex' in the same sentence :D ?

East Hill

Oh you kids. Always looking for the naughty.:D heh, heh.
I have some thoughts on underwear as well but tonight I'm too tired.

[oldfool]

February 21, 2008, Thursday
I think the Peugeot Mixte dilemma may have solved itself. My grandson has shown an interest. He is a tall boy and growing. He already fits it far better than I do. The problem is that in that adult size body there is a 14 going on 15 year old boy that wants to leap tall buildings with a single bound. On a bike. With expensive aluminum wheels and little tiny axles meant to go fast. I am encouraging restraint with the Evil Knievel stuff. I'm sure he will try but boys that age can pull the door knob off a door just opening it and completely destroy a toilet just flushing it and not even know it. The only reason the light switches seldom wear out or get broken is because no one ever uses them to turn the lights off. Same goes for TV's.

He is currently riding a BMX that is stronger than stink that I rebuilt for him his last birthday. He has learned to always use the kickstand, bring it in out of the rain and protect the wheels when doing “tricks”.

Meanwhile the Peugeot is cowering in the corner of the shed. I walked by it today and it just sat there. no snarling or snapping just sort of silently whimpering. Revenge is sweet. We'll have this bronc tamed by the end of the weekend.

Rainy here and 71 degrees at nine in the evening. Rained most of the night last night and the yard was a lake this morning. Great sleeping weather which is about all I want to do. Accomplished zero today which was my goal. I love it when I meet my goals.

Friday
Low temp here was 70 degrees last night and the temperature now is 64 degrees the lowest it has been today. I have been in shorts or skirt and shirtless most of the day. Flip flop time. Not more socks until next winter probably.

Peugeot's stock handle bars are reinstalled and wrapped (grandsons request) and it looks like a real track machine. Those little tiny narrow handle bars look ridiculous but they do make it look fast.

Page 2 - kilts: see blog

[oldfool]

February 26, 2008

Well the handwriting is on the wall or more accurately on my belly. Food and beer has got to go while I can still get through the door. I have been consuming about 2200 calories a day and apparently that's too much. Like I have said before horse people would call me an easy keeper. I would explain what brought me to the conclusion that the fat has got to go but that would involve parts of my anatomy that I just don't want to talk about.

I'm not worried it will just take time. I am impatient but I have the will power. I quit cigarettes 30 years ago and chewing tobacco 10 years ago cold turkey so I know I can do anything as long as it doesn't require me to be tall.

Speaking of tall I have one tall grandson that is busy mastering the Mixte. He is still really wary of it since it sits so tall and with little effort goes much faster than his BMX. He has become aware that he can go faster than he can think. The best part is he can straddle it without falling down like I do.

I took old yeller to the Library yesterday. Temperature in the 70's and a light breeze from the southwest. The kind of extreme weather I like. At about 10 miles one of the old platform pedals started groaning like I do when I get up in the morning then started coming apart. That pedal probably wasn't more than 15 years old. I took it off an old broken frame and put it on this bike because it was good for riding barefoot and it was close to the top of the pile. It is rebuildable and maybe I will. For the time being I'll put the razor blades it came with back on. Oh the pain.

At 1315 it's still 64 degrees today but is expected to be in the 30's tonight. A moderate breeze all morning but it appears to be dieing and switching around to the north. Like that pedal I'll be groaning before dark.

"Trousers are a Western absurdity." Author C Clarke
Author C Clarke is one of the smartest men in the world but he doesn't wear pants.
I wrote a page in the oldfool.org blog about pants. It didn't come out as well as I'd like but what the heck nobody thinks I know what I'm talking about anyway. I'll take another shot at in a week or so.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
-Albert Einstein

I have refrained from speaking of Sheldon Brown but it's not because his passing went unnoticed. Men my age notice and note every old man that dies. His work is the number one reference here when it comes to bicycles. I have noticed in the last few years that it takes a little longer to absorb each time an old man passes probably because it brings us a little closer to our own mortality.
I bring out this poem by Ogden Nash when an old man dies.

OLD MEN
People expect old men to die,they do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look at them with eyes that wonder when...
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.
Ogden Nash

Sheldon Brown will be remembered much longer than most of us.
That's the truth as I see it.

Old Fool

Most favorite machine - it doesn't do anything it just runs

[East Hill]

Your anti-pants post is priceless....:D .

Has your grandson mastered the mixte yet?

East Hill

[oldfool]

Your anti-pants post is priceless....:D .

Has your grandson mastered the mixte yet?

East Hill

He is still a little wary yet and that's a good thing. He grabs his BMX and just bangs
off in every direction at once but with the Mixte he is definitely more deliberate.

[East Hill]

He is still a little wary yet and that's a good thing. He grabs his BMX and just bangs
off in every direction at once but with the Mixte he is definitely more deliberate.

At least it has not snarled at him!

East Hill

[oldfool]

March 4, 2008

The blue funk of winter finally took me down. It's a little late for me. I usually contemplate murder, mayhem and suicide in early February but we had some spats of good weather right up until February so it kind of threw me off. That and the first week of a severe diet topped by some dysfunctional family fun brought things to a head the first week in March. But its OK. My bike riding though sparse in February has improved a lot. It suddenly got easier and more satisfying. The garden is coming together. The first week of the diet is over and is now much easier. I'm still hungry much of the time but that will abate. The best part is the fat is starting to go. For those who would advise me about weight loss I know everything there is to know about loosing weight or at least all I want to know. I know that I have to be hungry to lose fat or take amphetamines. I had a go around with that in the fifties and thank you very much not again. You think quitting smoking is hard. I thought that by the time I got to this age the hassles would be over. I firmly believe now that people do not die of old age they die to just get away for the constant same old B/S going on and on and on and on. It would be at least somewhat challenging if the B/S was new and different but its the same stuff over and over.

March 4, 1939

I don't know what I was thinking then or even if. I don't even know if I was anticipating the coming event that was about to happen. I was very young and that was a long time ago. In dragonfly years being something over 25,185 generations. In the 5 years I have taken to trying to remember that event however I am sorry to say that I have had no luck. I often state that I reserve the right to remember anything I want and to remember it as interesting as I want but in this case I haven't yet. I will speculate that about this time though that Mom was hanging around the house not doing much, probably not making any plans for a night out as she was very pregnant. In a few hours she was going to get a wake up call and in about 9 hours (2:45am CST) she would be saddled with a screaming pissed off naked bundle of joy that couldn't talk, couldn't walk, wasn't house broke, didn't have any money, no job and was hungry all the time. Too late for the hospital Mom just laid back and let it go. She did call the Doc. Doctors made house calls in the olden times.

Oh yeah, the rumor that I was born in a hammock is not true. I started that rumor.

Tomorrow I will pull out my birth certificate and my baby book and honor my mother one more time. Looking over the birth certificate is a joke as it is a sworn certified lie. That is not my name as given me by my mother and father. The baby book was written by Mom so I at least I know some of the things I can't remember. She was a great mom. She was smart, capable, patient and very pretty. Have I mentioned yet that I miss her.

Thanks Mom.

[East Hill]

Tomorrow I will pull out my birth certificate and my baby book and honor my mother one more time. Looking over the birth certificate is a joke as it is a sworn certified lie. That is not my name as given me by my mother and father. The baby book was written by Mom so I at least I know some of the things I can't remember. She was a great mom. She was smart, capable, patient and very pretty. Have I mentioned yet that I miss her.

Thanks Mom.

Very thoughtful and sweet, oldfool...

[happy birthday, too :) ]

East Hill

[oldfool]

March 8, 2008

This time of year is a time of contemplation and reflection for me which is usually brought on by not enough daylight to do something fun. Contemplation and reflection makes me sleepy. I seem to be having trouble with the dragging on of prespring weather. I never know if I will need my overcoat or shorts so I usually end up staring out the window until it's too late to do anything but take a nap. Today I decided to do something different so I brought out the old genealogy folder. An 8.5 inch by 11 inch by 1 inch thick folder of copys of old records of births, deaths and marriages that make nearly no sense to me. However my wonderful 82 year old aunt that compiled this mess has boiled it down so that even I can get some information from it. She is a wonder and joy and so sharp and smart that it's scary. She has been that way as long as I have known her which is about 64 years as near as I can calculate. I'll have to write about this woman sometime in the future for she is a story that needs telling. Well it got me interested in my roots yet again so I started back on my search for my lost family on my fathers side. I am not who my birth certificate says I am and it annoys me to no end. I am not unhappy with who it says I am but it is just a matter of misleading record keeping. In fact it's not record keeping at all it's a lie. Changing a childs name does not change the childs DNA but what it does do is muddy the water so that if you are trying to discover your past it is very difficult. I know it was done with good intentions but it was wrong.

OK that was the rant about record keeping. I feel better.

So as I was saying I have been searching for my lost relatives on my fathers side of the family which, by the way, I have fond memories of. I Goolged the family name and my first choice from 568,000 choices had my grandmothers name on it. The result of the message that displayed had enough information to tell me that I had found the mother-lode. After searching further, using information that I gleaned from that five year old post, I was able to track down my aunt and cousin. I have been searching for them for eight years. Unfortunately they are deceased. Poor me. I would so much love to talk to them especially my cousin as we shared a wonderful grandmother. I did get to talk to the husband of my cousin (they were married 51 years) and he is quite familiar with the family. I took to him immediately. He sent a file for me to peruse and what a surprise. All the perceptions and memories of my ancestors do not have to be adjusted a little or a lot. Instead they have to be deleted. All this time I thought I was Scots/Irish but it turns out that I have been Dutchified and French fried. Who would have thought it?
Includes a great grandfather that was a bonafide pirate. Just what every boy needs. I still haven't been able to find one shred of information about my father other than date and place of birth. There's just pirates, bootleggers and gospel preachers and no telling what else.

Why am I doing this? Probably a search for the truth. Curiosity. All these years that I thought I was Scots/Irish and Cherokee is apparently wrong. There is a high probability that I am Dutch, French, Irish and Cherokee. Given the proclivity of all people to screw anything that is warm including the wood pile on a sunny day I'm not surprised or disappointed.

More on this later.
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I did some routine maintenance on my bike the other day and while checking the tires I tried to rub some kind of mark off the sidewall and imagine my surprise when the sidewall came off. Maybe its time for some new tires. It is amazing to me how true these original equipment wheels stay. I occasionally have to tweak them but not very often. It looks like today is going to be a day to ride somewhere. This will be a utility ride because it will be to get out of doing any chores. My kind of utility. I want to be the best slacker I can be.

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Twice a year the government disrupts my life with "daylight savings time". It seems to take me longer each year now to adjust.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
- Ray Bradbury

I think Mr Bradbury is right. Why am I concerned with Daylight Savings Time. It's such a piddly thing but it's the only piddly thing I've got. I think I'll take a nap and try to come up with something big to worry about.

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I wanted to include a picture of my restored "Free Spirit" coaster bike. It's a full fendered, rusty, well worn 26 inch with 1 3/8 tires. It's straight as it can be. Unfortunately I can't because it's still unrestored but I found this picture of how I see it already. I think the girl is Dutch.

"Trousers are a Western absurdity." Author C Clarke

This post has been copied to the oldfool.org blog out of laziness.

[oldfool]

March 10, 2008


I am a great believer in taking time for everything. I'm 69 years old. I just survived another birthday, just retired and what's more, I'm a member of the "International Institute for Not Doing Much". Our motto is "Slow Down Now". http://www.slowdownnow.org/ Even though it's free I procrastinated for a good long while about joining just to show good faith. I don't answer mail immediately and sometime I don't even open it immediately. One of my exwives, my favorite one I think, thought I was weird because I only read the Sunday paper and alway on the following Sunday. I don't eat fast food and I don't eat food fast. If you dine with me I recommend blocking off a fair amount of time. I intend to write about it in my blog but right now I'm thinking about it. Why? Well it's because I know I am an old fool that has read encouraging words written by other old fools and perhaps that nudged me ever in the direction of living life instead of just hurrying life.

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I don't talk to my cats but I do curse them a lot. Mostly about their latest transgressions in my shop such as systematically knocking things off the shelves. They don't seem to care. I do talk to the dogs but they are so dumb that they think that the terrible things I am saying are complementary. They just sit there and adore me while I say the most vile things about and to them. I do get attached to them though. There is a good chance I will outlive them and when they go I will grieve.
Mostly I talk to myself. I seldom get an intelligent answer.:o

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Do you want a scary thought?

"The people that we elect to rule us are not even as smart or wise as we are." Tom Swaim.

Now that's scary.:eek:

[East Hill]

For all the talk about how elegantly cats move, I have known several cats who are absolute klutzes.

East Hill

[oldfool]

March13, 2008

As Pogo would say " oh look Friday the 13th came on Thursday". If you remember what that's about then you are old.

I think spring is here. I see signs everywhere. The live oaks are raining leaves as the new ones come out and the other trees are sprouting little tiny green buds. The Jalapeno plant is busting a gut. However I don't feel my sap rising yet but then it hasn't risen in a long time.

Yesterday was a beautiful day so I took my camera with me on my rounds. I'm like an old tomcat in the winter I have to go out every now and then around my perimeter peeing on all the corners to reestablish that this area is mine. Like the old tomcat I don't know really know why I do it. I'm not looking for any new puzzycats, I really don't want to get into fights, I don't do it at night because my night vision is not what it used to be and I'm not hunting for food as I am well overfed at home but it's genetically locked in and I have to do it. So anyway I took the camera and try as I could I wasn't able to get any really good positive pictures.

I did find some good trash to take home and revitalize which I did today in weather much the same as yesterday. In the process I met a really nice man that I couldn't wait to get away from. He was the owner of the trash. The problem was he was cutting down the trees in his yard. The house was nothing special but it was tidy, had nice lines, looked efficient and had absolutely nothing about it that was offensive. I would have been proud to live there. Its crowning glory and what made it special was the mature trees. An 18 inch diameter pine, a sycamore, a birch and willow. He was cutting them down because they were messy. Made me sick at my stomach. I'm messy would he cut me down? He was messy but I wouldn't cut him down. My trees are messy and if he owned these trees he would cut them down. If that's a tree hugger then I guess I'm a tree hugger. I always notice his house because it was so pleasant to look at. I never passed it without noticing it. I suspect that by now it blends in with the other tasteless trash around here.

The place I lived before moving here was owned by a man that believes in killing every green thing around the house so that those green things can't attack the house. He thought the termites used plants to destroy his property. We grew a huge gardenia that perfumed the entire yard. We protected a small tree in the back yard under the power lines insisting the the power company trim that tree around the power lines as it provided shade. They cheerfully did that. When we moved the owner cut it all down. The vining plants in the front went, the gardenia was cut and roots dug up:mad: so that it wouldn't grow back and the tree cut down and the stump poisoned.:( I had always thought of this man and his wife as kind of barren and they surely lived down to my expectations. Like the man cutting the trees because they were messy. He is a nice man but he has very different values than mine.

I did get a couple of pictures. One is what I call the bike path. Its that little 18 inch strip of asphalt between the white line on the side of the road and the ditch. The last rider that I know of that was forced into the ditch was killed.

The second is the shoulder on the other side. You can't ride in that stuff. You can't even walk in it.

The third pic is my faithful steed at the NO sign with the library and middle school in the background. I love the NO sign. Everything that is not forbidden is mandatory:rolleyes:. I especially like that you can't ride bikes or anything with wheels on the concrete walk path. I have not in the last 10 years seen anyone walk on that sidewalk.
So one day while down there voting I decided to take a chance and ride around it to measure how long it was. On my second time around the "Walk Path Police" showed up in the form of a fat old lady :eek:screeching at me to get off the sidewalk. Not another soul in sight then or anytime I've been there since. The only walkers I know of go to our sorry excuse for a mall and use their fat asses to power walk using their elbows to get those bothersome shoppers out of their way.

The close up of the NO sign is for your enjoyment. It's a little deteriorated but then everything in Louisiana but the casinos is deteriorated. I would go touch it up but that is illegal. That's just as well, I would be forced to add -NO fun- to it. :(

I was just proof reading this post and I noticed that the NO sign doesn't say anything about skate boards, skates or tricycles on the walk " lRA l". You know what I'm thinking?

The last two are of the closest thing I've seen to a bike rack here.
You will find this post in my other blog as well.

[East Hill]

I was just proof reading this post and I noticed that the NO sign doesn't say anything about skate boards, skates or tricycles on the walk " lRA l". You know what I'm thinking?


I have the sneaking suspicion that you are thinking bad thoughts. And, I'll bet you will make loud offensive noises, carrying a glass container whilst riding your skateboard through the park :) .

East Hill

[oldfool]

March 17, 2008

Oh boy Nekkid weather is here, at least for today. It was 70 degrees this morning at 0700. I have been in nothing but shorts all day and no goosebumps even with a pretty good breeze. Nekkid weather is the weather for me.

The thing about Nekkid is its so sexy, arousing and sinful if you believe in the concept of sin. I don't.
Nude of course is being bare all over. Nothing but skin. No big thing. That's how you are born. That's how you get at the doctors office. If you are very, very poor that's how you are buried. Only the affluent are dressed up to be put out of sight forever. Nude is before paint.

Naked is a whole other thing. Implies vulnerability. Totally defenseless. Naked is the way the mythical Adam and Eve felt after the apple. Naked is how you feel when caught hands down by your future ex. Surprisingly Naked is how you feel when you surrender yourself without reservation to love. Suicidal total defenseless vulnerable Naked. If you haven't been there then you haven't been in love. At least not the way the Poets define it or me either for that matter. Few survive Naked.

Nekkid is being without clothing with a warm soft wind flowing over your body like the soft warm touch of a lovers fingers. Nekkid is risky as in "we might get caught but we are gonna do it anyhow". Nekkid is the feeling of riding your bike at night with no clothes feeling the wind on your body. Nekkid is riding a horse without clothes bareback in the middle of a warm sunny day. Nekkid is doing housework with no clothes, the door unlocked and blinds open in the middle of the day. You know you are not likely to get caught but it could happen. Nekkid is what children that are dressed by their mommies to go outside and play do. Children understand Nekkid. Nekkid is what you were when you took off all your clothes to run through the sprinklers in the park at midnight. Nekkid manifest itself in numerous ways. Nekkid is always good.

I have never understood why Nudist camps are called Nudist camps. They should be called Nekkid camps. People don't go there to just show skin they go to feel good. They can show skin in the shower at home or in the closet. In the past I have been a member and a regular at a Nudist camp and have been to numerous so called nude beaches. I went there to get "Nekkid" amongst other people who wanted to feel good.

Be a child Get Nekkid once in a while it will do you good. Be happy:)

[East Hill]

Be a child Get Nekkid once in a while it will do you good. Be happy:)

Can I wait until it warms up to 70 degrees?

It barely hit 50 degrees here today ;) .

East Hill

[oldfool]

I sunburned my shoulders yesterday.:D

[East Hill]

I sunburned my shoulders yesterday.:D

I want so badly to say I got frostbike :p !

East Hill

[oldfool]

Authur C Clarke
December 16, 1917 - March 19, 2008

I am too puny and insignificant to write anything about Sir Authur but out of a great deal of
respect for this man of the future I'm going to anyhow. He once said that he wanted to be
remembered as a "Writer" and he will be.

He was born in the same year as my biological father and had an interesting life before I
discovered his writing in the 1950's at about age twelve. That was about the same time
that I lost my ability to fly, to become invisible, lost my x-ray vision and lost the ability to
talk to animals. He was not the first to take me out into this universe and he wasn't the
last but he was the best. I could always depend on him to keep his Science Fiction based
in science. I sometimes claim that I have traveled to the stars and since I remember
it then it must have happened. He gave me many of those memories.

Today he took me on another trip of self investigation into my on mortality. :(

I love his 10 word short story
"God said, 'Cancel Program GENESIS.' The universe ceased to exist."
Maybe his universe has ceased to exist but I doubt it.

I quote him often.

"Trousers are a Western absurdity."
Authur C Clarke of England and Ceylon

If you have not read any of his work the loss is yours.

Novels
Prelude to Space (1951)
The Sands of Mars (1951)
Islands in the Sky (1952)
Against the Fall of Night (1953)
Childhood's End (1953)
Earthlight (1955)
The City and the Stars (1956)
The Deep Range (1957)
A Fall of Moondust (1961)
Dolphin Island (1963)
Glide Path (1963)
2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
Rendezvous with Rama (1972)
Imperial Earth (1975)
The Fountains of Paradise (1979)
2010: Odyssey Two (1982)
The Songs of Distant Earth (1986)
2061: Odyssey Three (1988)
A Meeting with Medusa (1988)
Cradle (1988) (withGentry Lee )
Rama II (1989) (with Gentry Lee)
Beyond the Fall of Night (1990) (with Gregory Benford)
The Ghost from the Grand Banks (1990)
The Garden of Rama (1991) (with Gentry Lee)
Rama Revealed (1993) (with Gentry Lee)
The Hammer of God (1993)
Richter 10 (1996) (with Mike McQuay)
3001: The Final Odyssey (1997)
The Trigger (1999) (with Michael P. Kube-McDowell)
The Light of Other Days (2000) (with Stephen Baxter)
Time's Eye (2003) (with Stephen Baxter)
Sunstorm (2005) (with Stephen Baxter)
Firstborn (2007) (with Stephen Baxter)
The Last Theorem (to be published in 2008) (with Frederik Pohl)

Long live Authur C Clarke.
RIP

[oldfool]

March 26, 2008
I had two lessons in the Buddhist tenet of impermanence in the last few days. One was, in the process of "fixing my computer until it's broke" I managed to not only wipe my data but also my backup data. What a relief. I no longer have to worry about it. It's like guarding a treasure that is suddenly stolen. Free at last.

The second was that an old friend died Easter day in California in a hospice. We have had a strained relationship for many years, by his choosing, but in the old days we had many adventures together. He was one of the two man crew I took when I sailed my boat to Hawaii in 1977. The other man in that crew who now lives in Naples Florida called me last night with the news. We raised a glass to "Bob Moore" and talked story. Bob had a very interesting life which deserves a post of its own and maybe I will someday. No one will believe it because it will sound like fiction but the truth would not have to be stretched one bit in his remarkable story.

After that my computer problems didn't seem significant.

I thought I might write to my blog tonight but I just realized the piece I had been working on is history as in gone forever. Oh well maybe tomorrow I'll start it over. Maybe not. It was such a good piece.
Now for a bowl of soup and another glass of wine.

Please excuse the images. They are scanned from 35 year old photos taken with a Brownie.

Bob at the wheel of the good ship "Serenity" my home for 13 years.

[East Hill]

I will raise a glass of hard cider to Bob, as well.

East Hill

[oldfool]

March 29, 2008

In my last post I wrote of an old friend and I guess it affected me more than I thought. After a knocking a can of open red paint off the kitchen table while kicking the dog I realized it. On my hands and knees cleaning up paint while my wife chastised me in just enough of a low key to keep me from killing her I decided to withdraw into my bike and cleanse myself. I did too. My primary actions of the last two days were to eat no food, to ride my bike and to contemplate my actions.

With my old friend on my mind I attacked my blog www.oldfool.org tonight determined to be the Speaker for the Dead. It's inadequate but I don't think my old friend has any other and that is sorry because he deserves a speaker. I found more pictures. WARNING: some nudity. There are more but I thought I would stop there.

I don't want to explain why I was kicking the dog or why there was a can of open red paint on the table. :mad:

In my ride today I found a Vietnamese Buddhist Congregation Temple. Yesterday I found a public way to a fishing hole.:)

My roadside haul today was several clevis pins, some kind of tool adapter and a plastic cap for 1.5 inch square tubing.

Found out yesterday that I was one of the ten book customers at the public library branch. Mostly people go there to use the computers or rent movies. How sad.:(

No pictures tonight but if I did have it would be of the dead red raccoon. I've never seen a red raccoon before. It was pretty mangled by the car that ran over it but it was a raccoon. Or of the Armadillo that was brazenly feeding in a yard in broad daylight. Paid no attention to me.:rolleyes:

I was only nearly hit by vehicles once in the last 48 hours.:eek: Today it was within 6 inches and it was on purpose. I don't count anything over a foot. It's a game here in the land of the dumb and the dull. If they can run you into the ditch and you kill yourself it's not their fault. Riding on the side of the road here is like walking a tight rope. It's only a matter of time. :(

I may have mentioned before that there are no (as in none) provisions here for pedestrians or bicycles. There are no sidewalks, walk paths, bike paths, crosswalks or warning signs that there may be pedestrians. Even in the nearest town there is none of that except that there are sidewalks.:(

People here drive their fat children down the driveway to catch the school bus to ride a mile to school. A child has to have special permission to walk or bike to school. Walking along the roads here is considered suicidal. :(

[oldfool]

April 04,2008

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

This has nothing to do with bikes.
I thought I was through with gainful employment but apparently I know stuff that is worth money as I have been called to train a new pipeline patrol pilot. So it's back into the air. Piece of cake right? Just train and no other responsibilities. Right.
This is a lot harder than actually doing the work myself.

So since I don't actually do the work I guess I am a consultant of sorts. I've always wanted to be one since backed in the 70's, in another life, I was on a crew that picked up a body in Honolulu that was being shipped from South Vietnam to the US mainland. The paperwork listed the occupation of the occupant of that coffin as a “Consultant” in “Diversified Services”. And just what is that? I have often wondered what really got him killed. I've wanted to be a consultant since then and sometimes claim to be a “Consultant, diversified services” when I don't want to be a “Feather Merchant”. I may never move back into the world of reality again.

I just had a piece of cheese toast. Sharp cheddar on rye. That may not sound remarkable but it has been 6 weeks since I have had a slice of bread much less cheese toast. Those of you enjoying weight control will understand the JOY in this.

Six weeks nine pounds. It may not sound like much but I am in this for the long haul. Target was 210 but I've got that so now the target is 200. The best revelation to me is that I have lost 2 inches off my girth from my tits to my butt. Believe me I still have plenty of both but they are fading away. The loss of weight makes riding my bike more fun too.

I thought I might do something outdoors today but I had such a good nights sleep in the all night rain and it was so soggy out early that I didn't bother to get dressed. When I finally decided to go out it was cocktail hour so why bother. I spent the day in my knee length black T-shirt. My wife calls it my “Little Black Dress” but believe me there ain't nuttin' little about anything I wear. I find it amusing that I can wear a knee length T-shirt and I am nothing but a fat little old man in a long t shirt but if my t shirt had flowers on it and a ruffle at the bottom I would be a cross dresser. How strange humans are.

Oh well I didn't go out today but I made a little money as a "consultant". I didn't have a backache all day and due to some natural drug treatment my ankles don't hurt. Altogether a nice day but nothing will make up for not seeing my Princess and the awful feeling that I may never see her again. Being unable to contact her or her Mother is depressing. I understand dysfunctional very well. And what about my other Princess? I need to see her as well and right now rather badly but I need for her to want that.

I started commercial flying in a 1959 Cessna 172. I ended in a 1979 Cessna 172. No significant difference in the two.
In between I flew all size from little two seater's up to the DC10. It was good and it was satisfying. Here is a picture of my office and the machine I am currently consulting in. The consulting machine looks nice, modern and new doesn't it? Its 40 years old. The #1 enemy of progress in aviation is bureaucrats #2 is litigators. In personal aircraft progress pretty much stopped in the 40's.


Pic#1 the new job Pic#2 & 3 my office for seven years

[oldfool]

April 13,2008

I haven't been scared witless in a week now. That's how long it's been since I last rode my bike. I have a close encounter with a “vehicle of the four wheel kind” nearly every time I leave the safety of Trollville and wander into Mordor. It does kind of dampen my enthusiasm for riding. Now days the only time I ride is when I need to shop locally or go to the library. I'm just kind of tired of all the adrenalin.

The main activity these days is gardening and that piddly job I wrote about in my last post and that should be done this week. Good. I don't have time for work.

We are well into garden prep and have some vegetable seed in already. It is a kind of random layout in a 100 foot by 100 foot lot. We have planted 7 trees so far. I think “She Who Must Be Obeyed” has about 8 more to go. My role in this is to tend the mulch bin, dig holes and construct the “Square Foot Gardening” boxes (google it). I make no decisions so that I can't be blamed for failure. “ SWMBO” has the green thumb so it is just as well.

Oh yeah, I get to haul in pickup loads of potting soil and move it twice with a shovel too. Can't do that with a Bike.

It's been so warm that we keep forgetting that it is just April. The seed companies are all up north and they don't understand us at all. They are having winter still and I'm running around in thin nylon shorts and flip flops. I'd rather have a work kilt but they cost too much. Shorts are practically free. A sarong would be OK but I only have a long one and it's too nice for the garden. I intend to make a short one for working outside when I can get around to shopping for fabric. SWMBO says she will hide under the bed if I go outside in one. More about that in another post. There are a lot of inconsistencies going on here.

We have altogether a half acre so it is enough room to grow more than we consume and still have room for a about a 400 foot track around the perimeter. We have trees for a tree houses and plenty of back fence for berry bushes.

I have tried riding the bikes around that track and it's a workout. It's rough grass and after one time around I have to rest for a few minutes. I can ride all day on pavement but not in this stuff. I suspect the beta blockers I take for blood pressure are the cause. Meh, I don't care.

We have had such nice warm weather that my blogging has taken a hit. Plenty of subject matter just not enough sober hours to do it. I have been reading other blogs and have come to find that there are many smart people in Internetland and a lot of them can write. I have been reading subject matter that I didn't know existed. Makes me feel kind of puny and insignificant but I am going to keep writing stuff anyway if I can just stop reading all those other blogs.

I just got back from taking Her Highness, the Princess home. We were graced with her presence for the weekend. She knows how to mingle with the common folk and boost their moral. This young lady can move some dirt as the pictures attest. Now it's back to waiting for the next visit.

The flowers are a pretty good sign that spring is here. I knew what they were this morning but my memory got tired.

[oldfool]

April17, 2008
After reading all the post about Bike Clothing on the Bike Forums I thought I would reveal my secrets.
I would like to say that I don't think anyone is wrong in what they wear on a bike but some of these people need to lighten up. Clothes do not make the bike rider. I have read a number of disparaging remarks about what others wear. Others meaning someone other than that writer.

I am not going to get into protective head gear. I don't wear it in the bathtub and I don't wear it in my car. Both places are more dangerous than my bike.

Pictures left to right.
1. Bike shorts, lining cut out. Kmart $5.00. No padding required. If you have seen my butt then you know I don't need any. Worn commando. Plenty of cooling. Utilikilts has a kilt called the Spartan that I would love to wear but it cost 22 times as much plus shipping.
2. Jersey. Better known as Aloha Shirt.$10.00 Walmart. If it gets too hot unbutton.
3. Shoes. $5.00 Dollar General. Work on pedals or for walking around. Easily replaced.
4. Shoes winter. $5.00 Family Dollar. Get cold, wear socks.
5. Head gear is a driving cap light weight. This one is very light for Spring. I have a heavier one for cooler weather and a wool one with ear flaps for cold. If it is very hot and very humid I use a bandanna as a head band.
6. Head gear also for summer. Gift from grandson. Shades of Hawaii and it works for me.
7. Head gear Halloween. Makes me blend in.
8. Bike pedal. Very special. Fits all shoes. Wrap with old inner tube for bare feet.
9. Auxillary equipment. Wallet. The most important. but only if it has money and credit cards.
:D:D:D

[oldfool]

April 27, 2008
I seem to have taken my membership in the “International Institute of Not Doing Much” at http://www.blog.slowdownnow.org/ more seriously than I thought. I was afraid for a while that I was not doing enough of nothing to maintain my standing but apparently I have. I procrastinated long enough for my login name and password to self erase so I had to join again. Seems I am a natural. Oh well, they will be proud of me when they get around to it. No hurry.

While going through a page of notes that I keep in my journal under the heading of topics I started thinking that I was taking writing about those things too seriously and that before I actually did anything I should renew my understanding of living slow. So I did. I'm happy to say that I didn't finish anything but I did get a feel for taking it easy.

Under the guise of research I have been reading other blogs and there are some really good ones. It has really been fun but these people really set a high standard. My latest is http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/. This young lady can make taking kids to school interesting. She has a great insight into living. Another is http://persephonesboxblog.blogspot.com/ . She hasn't written anything since April 3rd but I keep her on my home page and check everyday because I really enjoy her work. Wise, smart and feisty besides. Then there is http://kiltme.typepad.com/kilts/ and http://kiltblog.com/ a special interest of mine since I am now and have been interested as long as I can remember in an alternative to pants(trousers). Nothing crazy about these guys they just do kilts and have links to others who do all the variations of mens skirts. The young lady that does http://wildlifeuk.net/blogs/kingfisher is an excellent photographer and her blog is another that I check every day just to see her pictures of people living life. She has a special interest in bicycles but I believe her main interest is life. Tim Stannard's http://www.bobclops.co.uk/new/ has been carrying the anti-pants standard for some time so I always check in on him. I have learned much from all of these people. I don't know any of them but I want to.

This isn't much in the way of bicycle blogs that interest me. They all pretty much seem to be more of the same old thing. I am an avid bicycle user but it isn't my life. It's part of my life just like any of my tools. The perfect bike is the one that does the job at the time.

I ride my bike when I need to go somewhere but it is so perfect that there is just not much to say about it except that it is just so perfect. It's 32 years old this year.

There is so much to read and so many pictures to see plus new and old ideas on every subject. I am overwhelmed. I'll get over it I hope because I have partly true story's I want to tell and some outright lies.:p

Today was "Wear your Kilt day". Due to my very competent procrastination I missed Saint Patrick's day (March 17) and Tartan day(April6) www.tartanday.org/tartandaydc/news.htm but today (April 27) is Kilt Day http://www.kiltday.com/ It's a dark stormy day and a perfect day for the kilt. I don't expect to see others here participating but I am.:)

Sorry for the dark picture but it's the best I have.:o

[oldfool]

April30,2008

This started out out as a really bad day because of the use of drugs to try to get a good nights sleep. I won't do that again. The drug store is not a good place to buy a good nights sleep.

Meanwhile back at the homestead I had the first bites from this years garden. Two of the most delicious radishes I have ever had. Yum. Grown by "She Who Must Be Obeyed". Eat your heart out Yankee dogs.

She made me pay for it today. Four more holes for four more trees.

She's getting cheap labor. A 1050 calories a day plus a bottle of red wine for two months on the average. I don't care what anyone says I'm having some cookies tonight.:)

My latest anti-pants rant is on www.oldfool.org (http://www.oldfool.org).

[oldfool]

May 6, 2008

Around 28 years ago I was spending some time in southern California and it was my habit to occasionally have breakfast at one of the local establishments between Little Rock and Palmdale, . I called these places “character diners”. This particular one was a ramshackle wooden framed building so small that when you closed the door you were already standing at the counter. It had a counter with a few stools and a couple of tables and a TV that was always on and tuned to the soaps. Two old ladies ran the place without any other help that I know of. They were open 6 days a week for breakfast and lunch.

The food was not fast food. The eggs were not broken until you ordered nor was the ham sliced. If you ordered a meatloaf sandwich it was taken from the refrigerator, sliced and warmed on the grill when you ordered it. There was pie. Boy was there pie. These ladies could make pie and from the looks of them they could eat it as well. Everybody that came in ate pie no matter what else they ate and that would include me. The food was home cooking at its finest but the pie was from heaven.

Just picture this. You're in the Mojave Desert on a stretch of two lane blacktop having pie in a tiny wood frame diner (complete with peeling paint) with a couple of other ne'er-do-wells and up rides a scruffy old man on an old coaster brake bicycle. That in itself would be strange given the time, place and heat of the day. The old man looked like he had been living outside for the better part of his life and so did his bike. The bike was loaded. As I recall he was carrying a sleeping bag, several blankets, a large tarp or two, a box of groceries, a coil of rope, a couple of pots and pans, some tin cans, a 22 single shot rifle and a bunch of one gallon water jugs most of which were empty. I seem to recall that there was a spare tire lashed to the bike along with a number of other unidentifiable objects. There was a dog keeping an eye on things.

The old man came in and ordered pie. He had been there before. The ladies said the they see him twice a year usually, in the Spring and in the Fall, but not always. They thought he traveled back and forth across the country seasonally. They said he always had money and that he never begged but that was all they knew except that he ate pie. I was too wrapped up in my own petty ass life problems and fantasies to try to talk to him and besides in that part of the country minding you own business is a strict rule.

After he had his pie and left the only comment made about his life style was by a rancher type who said “I believe he has the right idea about how to live and we don't”. I agreed.

I saw him several more times over the next 5 years going one way or the other on Highway 138. Then sometime in the '90's I saw him again twice. Once in New Mexico west bound and once on the two-lane going into Death Valley from the west side. He was going upgrade and I was going down. Impossible for me to stop as it was a very narrow highway and with no place to turn around I think I missed the last chance to talk to him.

Why this man had such an affect on me I do not know. I have spent a great deal of time thinking about him over the years and have imagined a number of story's of his life. Are any of these story's near the truth? Probably not but by thinking about him I have repeatedly examined my life and decided it is good and I know if I took up his life style that would be good as well.

[donnamb]

The flowers are a pretty good sign that spring is here. I knew what they were this morning but my memory got tired.
Wisteria - and so lovely. :)

[Sixty Fiver]

I really enjoy your writing...

:)

[oldfool]

Wisteria - and so lovely. :)

This vine was 15 feet high and full of blossoms. I have the impression that it was self supporting but there was a lot of vegetation so may have had suport. It was a sight to behold. It was holding up better than the old homestead.
My friend said the plant was older than him and he is a young man of 60.

[oldfool]

I really enjoy your writing...

:)

Thanks Keith

[oldfool]

May 7, 2008

I made a terrible mistake today. I finally gave in to "She Who Must Be Obeyed" and took down the Wren house. She said" the hole is too small". I said "there are birds living in it". She said "I have never seen any".

I gave in even though I have watched the comings and goings for the last month. I took it down and measured the hole. It was exactly the right size. We broke at least one egg. She finally saw the birds as they were waiting frantically for the house to return. They are about the size of my thumb. I got it back up as quickly as I could, the wrens checked it out and I haven't seen them since. I feel terrible.

SWMBO feels worse. I intend to never let her forget it. There is no telling what we have done to the balance of the universe by breaking that one egg and upsetting that happy home.

I am going to punish myself now.:( One last word "Bummer".

Wren house under the canopy of Live Oaks where we live.

[donnamb]

:(

[Tom Stormcrowe]

If it makes you feel better, if this universe is a predestiny rule universe, as in all events are according to a creators plan, you only fulfilled that plan.

If a Quantum multiverse, then there is an analog universe where the egg didn't break.

Other than that....sorry it happened, and I'm absolutely sure there was no intent.....

May 7, 2008

I made a terrible mistake today. I finally gave in to "She Who Must Be Obeyed" and took down the Wren house. She said" the hole is too small". I said "there are birds living in it". She said "I have never seen any".

I gave in even though I have watched the comings and goings for the last month. I took it down and measured the hole. It was exactly the right size. We broke at least one egg. She finally saw the birds as they were waiting frantically for the house to return. They are about the size of my thumb. I got it back up as quickly as I could, the wrens checked it out and I haven't seen them since. I feel terrible.

SWMBO feels worse. I intend to never let her forget it. There is no telling what we have done to the balance of the universe by breaking that one egg and upsetting that happy home.

I am going to punish myself now.:( One last word "Bummer".

Wren house under the canopy of Live Oaks where we live.