Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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. Eat your heart out Yankee dogs.
As I said in my last post I am living the slow life. I ordered a new kilt sometime back and received it about two months ago. I don't know why I did that as there is no place to wear one here. It is likely that a man in a kilt here would be stoned to death unless he was playing the bagpipes and even that is questionable. Except of course during Mardi Gras when hoards of otherwise straight men show up as cross dressers, get stupidly drunk and throw things at people. All in the name of fun.
Since the kilt didn't fit I put it on the back burner for a while. After finishing another sewing project I decided to hem the kilt and make it fit so I could wear it if I had the chance. So now I have hand sewn a new terry after bath/beach wrap with baggy pocket (that's a fancy name for a socially acceptable skirt for a man) and hemmed a 4 yard kilt. Remind me that if I ever buy an 8 yard kilt to have it made to my specs. I enjoyed every minute of it and I finished it in time for “Kilt Day”.
I had forgotten how much I enjoy sewing. When I joined the Navy 50 years ago I was issued a sewing kit. I have had one since. I learned, like most sailors in those days, that to keep ones kit in shape sometimes you had to sew. When it was a big job you really appreciated the seamstress ashore. I carried that into my adventures in sailing, learning to make awnings and sail covers. Making sails was a bigger job than I ever wanted to tackled but repairing them was routine. There is something therapeutic about working with a needle and thread. It's a lot like working on a bicycle in it's elegant simplicity. Simple actions that are constructive and soothing to the mind that ultimately result in a seemingly more complicated and useful result. The best part is that “She Who Must be Obeyed” is an accomplished seamstress, designer and pattern maker so I have a guru. How nice. She can cook too. She also grew the radishes.
You don't have to be a cowboy to wear blue jeans or a cowboy hat.
You don't have to be an athlete to wear a tracksuit.
You don't have to be a pilot to wear a bomber jacket.
You don't have to be a baseball player to wear a ball cap.
You don't have to be a hunter or a soldier to wear camouflage clothing.
You don't have to be a man to wear trousers and...
You don't have to be a Scot to wear a Kilt. From kiltday.com
And, if I might add, a Kilt is still mens wear.
Pants are womens clothes now. I seldom see a female of any age in a dress or a skirt these days. When I do I really take notice. I did see one a couple of weeks ago. Looked really nice too. In the two years plus that I have lived in on this street I have only seen a woman in a dress or skirt once but that was in a gang of Jehovah Witnesses and doesn't count.
No pants day is coming up May 2 and I don't want to miss that. www.nopantsday.com/wp/
Although some say that pant substitutes (kilts, boxers, skirts, sarongs, lava lavas, loin cloths, etc) are a cop out but I don't think so. The spirit of the occasion is to rid ourselves of what we think of as pants (also known as trousers in other parts of the world). That would be jeans, overalls, pedal pushers, slacks, short pants and such. In this part of the world bifurcated outer wear for the lower half of the body is called pants. That does not include the garments that are worn underneath clothes by some, such as boxers, briefs, athletic supporters, womens panties and who knows what else. Kilts, skirts and skirt like garments don't qualify as pants anymore than a towel wrapped around the lower half of the body or a thong would.
The pope celebrates “no pants day” everyday.
I think on no pants day I'll dress as Porky Pig. He never wore pants.
1. Porky Piggin' It
Wearing only a shirt, no pants AND no underwear, ala Porky Pig, who did not wear anything below the belt.
You don't have to be a woman to wear a skirt. A skirt will not turn a man into a woman anymore than pants will turn a woman into a man.
Have a happy no pants day.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The flowers are a pretty good sign that spring is here. I knew what they were this morning but my memory got tired. Picture was taken at the old Brignac homestead in French Settlement, Louisiana
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 piddlyass job I wrote about in my last post and that should be done this week. Good. I haven't 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.
I got some real help in moving dirt this weekend.
She really put some muscle into this. Maybe I could get her 160 pound brother, the couch potato, to do this. Nah, dream on.
She moved enough dirt to half fill two of these 10 foot long planters and wasn't even breathing hard.
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.
April 16, 2008Three days since I wrote that and I have been freezing my big butt off. At least I wish it would freeze off. It is getting smaller but only with my diet and verrrrry slooowwly.
The weather changed as it does and I even thought we might get some frost. We are back to normal again now. It's 11 pm and 57 degrees and I have stopped shivering.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
The consulting machine looks nice, modern and new doesn't it? Its 40 years old
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.
The #1 enemy of progress in aviation is bureaucrats #2 is litigators. In personal aircraft progress pretty much stopped in the 40's.