30.07.2022 That "Somebody!"

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 Saturday 30th 59F/15C. Mixture of cloud and blue. Up at 3.45. An orange dawn at 5.30 Lighting up the clouds as I drink my first mug of coffee. An occasional breeze is moving the tops of the trees. The local recycling centre is open again at 9.00 today. So I can empty another trailer full.  

 The great thing about blogging is how it fills the empty hours. Between getting up at some ridiculous hour and going for my morning walk. I have arbitrarily decided to draw the line at going out any earlier than 6.30. 

 Breakfast [porridge with cold, low fat, organic milk and organic raisins] ought not to be before 6am. Otherwise it is a long time to morning coffee. Which can only take place after my walk.

 Wisdom does not improve with age. You learn more pointless stuff each day. While the tail end of failing memory catches up, ever faster and loses even more.

 I have given up caring abut politics. Those in charge are quite clearly not the corrupt retards who only pretend to be. UN? Nope. That's just a weapons sales platform with better cooking. The evil dictators? Nah. Certainly not the religio-fascist psychopaths masquerading as unbiased top judges. Is it the infamous 1% everybody blames for global warming? It is just possible, but unlikely unless they can all work in unison.

 Me? I blame alien, puppet masters. Big green men from a much warmer planet. Well, it makes far more sense than believing any of the mutually parasitic media pretenders can do anything useful. No matter how extreme their political idiocy they are clearly powerless. Nothing changes except the faces playing musical chairs on the 1st Class gravy train.

 6.30. 60F. Time for breakfast. That "Somebody" has left three stepladders in the living room!

 8.00. I have just returned from my morning walk to the lanes. The sky has been quite dark grey at times. The traffic was very light. As expected early on a Saturday morning in the holiday season.

10.00 Returned from the recycling yard. I have decided to go for a shopping ride on my trike. Perhaps 20 miles. Beautiful countryside and a light wind. What more could you ask for? A bit of sunshine? It remains steadfastly grey.

  13.30 Returned home after shopping on the trike. 24 miles. I traced out my route on Google Earth. It had the shape of an inverted heart. Late lunch first, then a shower and then an afternoon nap. 

 15.00 The garden is suddenly full of birds. Warblers, dozens of swooping swallows and a family of Great tits. A juvenile Great tit just landed on my windowsill. Warblers have been going down to the pond to drink. Then perching on the unprocessed logs.

 17.00 72F/22C. Afternoon tea. Four more wood-cement boards are up in the balcony room. Nine so far. Reaching down to about waist level.

 I have to make a decision on the height of the dwarf/knee walls. If any. The bottom of the 45º slopes aren't much use for anything. Access is poor without bumping my head. Or crawling under on my hands and knees. Limited storage capacity unless any cupboard doors are made tall enough. A greater sense of space if the slopes continue on down to the floor. 

 The next full row of boards, of 120cm, will reach down to about 30 cm [vertically] above the floor. The full slope is 157cm from the top of the next row. So a final row near the floor would be only 37cm high. Requiring eight, bevelled edged, short boards to continue the board pattern to the floor. Four full boards can easily manage this. If both, bevelled ends are used. 

 Dinner was a salmon pasty with baked beans and chopped tomatoes. A wholemeal bread roll completed the ensemble.

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