Mysteries of the Garden

hillside
We set-to raking up the hay on the south forty. Actually pine needle. A thickly layered thatch about six to eight inches deep derivative from the last Century – or at least five years old. Possibly older. It lent a rustic flair to the outward appearances but that could also be construed as unkempt, and if there’s anything we’re going for now it’s kempt. And beneath that initial fluffy top-layer we discovered a good three-inch mat of icky-nasty mildew and mold and green-growing stuff with powdery white around the edges. What? Probably not good to breathe that stuff.
And found water dribbling down the hillside. What?? So I dug a little deeper up around the top, below the rocky ledge, and came across a set of four valves and pipes sticking out beneath the pine-tree, and one was operational when the sprinkler-station #8 was going off – which is why we found it at 9:00AM in the 80-degree heat. We thought. I dug-out and tested each valve and they all had water behind them – and testing later in the day they all also had water behind them – so who-knows how long this has been bubbling…
valves

UPDATE: Mystery Dripper Revealed: from far right, circuits #8, #6,, #7 and #5 all let loose upon command – now shut-down. Should save a few gallons each cycle…

So in the end we raked down about sixteen 32-gal. leaf-bags and filled them and hauled off to the locals-only land-debris station over by the firehouse. Two firemen were outside practicing their weight training. One had his feet on an elevated platform with his head downhill while the other placed huge round weights from the weight-set on his shoulders. Looked painful. We like and respect the firemen here because fire and houses burning-down is a tactical reality in the woods. Their job is invaluable to homeowners. Most of the old towns have been burnt-down more than once since the Gold Rush era, so real-old stuff just doesn’t remain. And in the Modern-era” the hippies and Ecoweenies like to let all the forest debris pile up into tinder-dry kindling and have doubled-down on the prevalent danger by refusing to allow understory cleanup or removal of dead trees – and that’s one of the reasons why the recent fires have been so wild and devastating – they don’t want us here. Or even on the Planet.
We also tore out and loped-back much of the witches-brew plant, that hair-nasty spiky plant-thing that nobody knows the name-for.

The base of low-hanging fruits

If he really wanted ~real~ change Obama should have skipped the whole ACA balderdash thing with all its failed Exchanges and gone straight at Medicare fraud with all his militarized jackboot bureaucrats.  That would have been a uniting move with bi-partisan support.

He could have easily stimulated the economies of a boat-load of unemployed Obama-voting English Lit/Transgender Herstory majors by giving them employment in the jackboot club – and a badge looks a lot like the gold stars they are accustomed to receive.

But while such-like and the juice-box Mafia-Media flatter themselves to think they are his base, they are not.  His base is the Wall Street and Chicago smart-money guys with whom he goes golfing – and who benefit from the endemic fraud – that’s his base.

Mobility Issues

While things and work around the place are progressing, I am somewhat constrained.  The right knee is having a extended duration flare-up of tendonitis at the inner-knee location where the tendon adjoins the fibula – or whatever.  Hurtz.  It makes it difficult to Operate Tactically and do my  usual Ninja-riffic Tacti-O-Rama Flying-Gunstrike Fu, with three holsters.

Instead I am back to a brace, ice, ibuprofen, and a tactical-wobble that works as a hobble.   I’m not running away from trouble if it rears its shaggy awful head because I just can’t.  I might shuffle.  Or duck.  Or crawl – no that hurts too.  And all of it puts me to mind of ALL the Gun-Fu theatrics that I can’t hope to begin to emulate.  So the Mind becomes the weapon, instead of an inanimate object imbued with juju, mojo, and a significance outside its own envelope.

Go forth and keep your magazines loaded.

CA’s 10-day gun-wait Defeated

This is rather significant…

Federal court decides 10-day waiting period laws violate Second Amendment rights

ROSEVILLE, CA (August 25, 2014) – California’s 10-day waiting period for gun purchases was ruled unconstitutional by a federal judge this morning in a significant victory for Second Amendment civil rights. The laws were challenged by California gun owners Jeffrey Silvester and Brandon Combs, as well as two gun rights groups, The Calguns Foundation and Second Amendment Foundation.

In the decision released this morning, Federal Eastern District of California Senior Judge Anthony W. Ishii, appointed to the bench by President Bill Clinton, found that “the 10-day waiting periods of Penal Code [sections 26815(a) and 27540(a)] violate the Second Amendment” as applied to members of certain classifications, like Silvester and Combs, and “burdens the Second Amendment rights of the Plaintiffs.”

“This is a great win for Second Amendment civil rights and common sense,” said Jeff Silvester, the named individual plaintiff. “I couldn’t be happier with how this case turned out.”

Under the court order, the California Department of Justice (DOJ) must change its systems to accommodate the unobstructed release of guns to gun buyers who pass a background check and possess a California license to carry a handgun, or who hold a “Certificate of Eligibility” issued by the DOJ and already possess at least one firearm known to the state.

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“This ruling clearly addressed the issue we put before the court,” said SAF founder and Executive Vice President Alan Gottlieb. “We are naturally delighted with the outcome.”

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6.1 Exciter

It seems we DID move far-enough away, and onto a rock outcropping, so we felt nothing and our sleep was undisturbed.   Watching the morning newscast with a hint of panic in the audio, it also seems apparent that some of the news-readers and standup camera-bodies chattering away are not originally from around here – or are so young then don’t remember Loma Prieta, which was 25 years ago.