Things my Dad made

Making the parallel clamps was a typical exercise in metal-shop tool-making expertise, with the knurling and the name-stamps.


And also the 3-piece walnut and flame-mahogany veneer dining room set, a demonstration of wood-shop expertise – with the accompanying table and chairs. He and his old shop-buddy from school re-covered the chairs about five years ago.

I miss Dad and Mom.

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Another Busy Weekend

Starting Friday at 5:00AM, we got up early for the 3-hour drive. On our final stretch into the Bubble we picked up Mom and Dad’s ashes and got the Death Certificates for Dad, ending up at a 2:00PM appointment with the Bank-People, who were nice. Rather successful job doing a huge amount of cleaning-up, and rather than pay $120 in BayAryan Dump-Fees, we drove home Monday with the truck loaded down with 47 bags of assorted trash and household junk, and paid just $12 local-dump fees. (Updated 12/6) A thick layer of frost on the field this morning, and now more paperwork. I need some large envelopes so a visit to WalMart will be upcoming.

Happy Vintage Thanksgiving!

Turn on the old Sansui 7070 and crank up the equally old Klipsch Forte’s – with Holiday music and Country-Western, and maybe light a fire. With Mom and Dad both sadly gone, we’re glad to be happily up in the sticks where we belong – not down in that awful bubble – and for all that we are truly thankful in our flyover sanctuary.


From drab to monochrome

The Family Meeting down among the BayAryans at the old ancestral abode was a success, with a lot of work accomplished and various family objects taken away by the remaining survivors. We finished boxing up all the old financial documents, donated clothing and canned goods (that were not expired!), and had partial success with the Bank because we had Documents(!) – just not all of them, yet.
The drive back was incident free and fast, missing the usual choke-points and sailing along at a good clip under warm fair skies with a few spotty-fluffy clouds – until this morning. Rain and cold. I assembled the family Christmas tree today, it’s something that Dad made back around 1950-ish, either while at City College getting his degree or overseas as a project while as Principal at the Technical School, because in that hot tropical country Christmas Trees were not to be found. Plus is disassembles and packs easily with just twelve screws.
It’s rather Alexander Calder modern and Mechano too, based on a series of triangles affixed to other triangles, suspended by a string spaced with knots, with a rather Sputnik star at the top.
The garden urns that had been handed down from Dad’s Mom went up on the front steps to help mark the entry-point better and make it more obvious.

Fall color…is kinda drab


This is just an illustration of how far the sun moves back and forth across my little horizon. Not so much rain as was foretold, but more coming Thursday and snow in the Sierra – and the oak leaves are falling and covering over my tanbark circles so nobody should be offended.
And since the weather is tolerable, this is a couple grilled tenderloins marinated in a spicy brown-sugar whiskey glaze. Yummy!!

Prairie to Pasture to Parkland

Well not quite parkland, probably never, but I had a hankering to get some tanbark down around the trees and see how much floats-off during the winter. With an initial load of twelve bags for two trees (6-each) and results that appealed, I got up early this morning and went to Home Depot for another sixteen bags for the larger (and smallest) trees. I spread the bark with an eighteen inch gap around at the trunk (conveniently the width of my steel rake), and stomped-around in a circle to make a four-inch deep apron. Or thereabouts.
The big oak I’m leaving alone because it get’s the most wet under there.




Evening Showers

We were warned that it would rain finally, and a good one, so I got over to my local plant-nursery and picked up three bags of pre-emergent and in the afternoon got it spread down on a large section of the field. Around 1:30AM I awoke to a drumming on the roof and the sound of wind outside, and it was pouring down. The morning dawned clear and cold with some clouds, and the pre-emergent had gotten rained-in, so we hope the savage weeds will be somewhat suppressed.
Meanwhile the ball is only slowly rolling, I had hoped to hear more and sooner from the Mortuary already. We need to get a pile of mail and there are bills to pay, boxes to fill with again. a couple of file-cabinets to empty…
Back at the ranch before all this started, I had just managed to get an appropriate shellplate into Big Red (shellplate #9) and practice some .44-40 de-capping and sizing, shoulder set-back and case-mouth belling (as it pushes up into the powder-drop).

The 200-grain Oregon Trail “laser-cast” lead bullets squished a few case necks before I had the belling right, and I had to fiddle a bunch with the seating-die to get the correct bullet depth – and then had to back-up and get the crimp right….but I finally think I have it down.

Just need to load and adjust the powder measure to drop some Trail Boss, and the primer-feed to seat primers.
But tragedy struck and now I’m busy with other things, but this will provide a nice distraction once I start producing cartridges. Thank-you all for your consideration and kind words.