Cool Scoot Weather
I had the choice this morning: scrape the frost off the windshield, or take the scooter. I picked the latter!
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Latest Drum Project
Here’s a restoration of an early ’80s Ludwig Supraphonic. This was the snare that John Bonham of Led Zepplin used to get his classic “crack.” The Supra was made of seamless, spun metal. The vast majority of the time, that was aluminum, as it was cheap. But, Ludwig used whatever they could find, and whatever was cheap on the market that week. Brass Supras turn up, and they’re highly collectable. Sometimes, some steel would make it into the cauldron too. Most, though, were “Lud-Alloy,” i.e. aluminium. Bonham prefered the aluminum versions, and the 6.5″ depth. I’ve owned plenty of Supras over the years, but all in the more common 5″ depth. This is the first at 6.5″.
After. After without the flash.
My Wife
I dont think Ive mentioned lately how much I love my wife, amd how thankful I am God gave her to me. Its nights like tonight that remind me of that fact. Im a complete hosebag, and shes so wonderful. Thank you, Susan.
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Hardware Store Urinal
On Sunday afternoon, I needed to get some caulking compuound to re-caulk the bathtub. On a side note, what’s the deal with my caulking skills? I think this is the fourth or fifth time I’ve had to recaulk the tub. We’ve owned the house 12 years. I’m recaulking the tub like every two years! Anyway, the local store I like was closed, so I went to Lowes. Matthew came inside with me, while Susan and Nat waited in the car. (Julia was staying at my Mom’s house for the afternoon.) We paid for the caul, and Matt said he needed to use the bathroom. So we went inside, and he walked up to the little urinal. “What’s that little pink thing in there?” he asked, pointing to the little freshening hockey puck in the bottom. “That’s to make it smell nice,” I said. He proceeds to stuff his head deep into the urinal. He takes a big whiff, and says “Yup. Smells pretty!”
I Was Hit by a Deer!
It was on the way home from choir practice last night. Susan, the kids, and I were all in the van, heading north on 73. Right at Ginny Doyle’s house, I noticed a car pulled over quite a ways on the shoulder. He was heading south, his headlights coming towards me. I thought perhaps he had broken down. All of a sudden, I saw a deer in the street, down on his front legs–almost like he was praying. I headed towards the right ditch. He took that exact moment to try and get out of the road. He sorta hurled himself forward, and ran smack into our front driver’s side fender. I looked in the rearview side mirror, and saw him act all crazy, like he was trying to get his footing. He then ran into the woods. I got out and checked for the deer. He was not to be found. I didn’t see any blood in the street, and there was nothing on the van. In fact, you couldn’t see any evidence on the van at all. Not even scrape marks in the dirt or anything. I’m hoping he survived. I think probably the poor guy had been hit twice: once by the first car coming the other way (and that would explain why he had moved over, and why the deer wasn’t on four legs to start this encounter), and a second time by us. Or rather, he his us after the other guy hit him. That other person, though, decided not to stop. They apparently didn’t stop for the deer, and they didn’t stop for us, either.
Oh, and one other thing. Nat said to Susan after the accident “Mom, you’re the best screamer!” I asked Susan if she screamed. She said she screamed so hard her throat hurt. I don’t remember that at all, and I was sitting right next to her!