Thought for the day and Sippy labors on.

Putting things in perspective:

March 21st 2010 to October 1 2013 is 3 years, 6 months, 10 days.

December 7, 1941 to May 8, 1945 is 3 years, 5 months, 1 day.

What this means is that in the time we were attacked at Pearl Harbor to the day Germany surrendered is not enough time for this federal government to build a working webpage.

A competent administration enabled the Mobilization of millions, building tens of thousands of tanks, planes, jeeps, subs, cruisers, destroyers, torpedoes, millions upon millions of guns, bombs, ammo, etc., turning the tide in North Africa, invading Italy, D-Day, Battle of the Bulge, Race to Berlin – all while we were also fighting the Japanese in the Pacific!!

And this incompetent, totally corrupt know-nothing administration can’t build a webpage.

Think about it……..

A Can-Do Guy, Sippy buys a house and moves his family to Maine. (real Maine, not the L.L. Bean Reel Maine)

Our $25,000 House

I Got Very Little Foundation And A Case Of The Shingles

Real Estate, Red In Tooth And Claw

I’m Fixing A Hole Where The Intertunnel Gets In

Praying For Anti-Freeze

I Think I’m Supposed To Pony Up Before And After Photos

Some bits I liked from these posts…

When we moved here, I think I spent over two hundred dollars on window glass. Window glass is cheap. If I gave you a bag of baseballs and a half an hour, I doubt you could break two hundred dollars-worth of window glass.

Who fixes their broken windows anymore? First, everything is double or triple pane and the spaces in-between the sheets are filled with dessicated argon, or maybe that is supposed to be Nitrogen. But in the old days, single pane windows and exterior storm windows.

I did all the windows in my old house (the burnt down one); first fixing the broken panes which were either half sheet or eighth individual pane. Then affixed the first storm windows that the old shack had ever had.

Donie complained that when I finished the house smelled “flat”.   I had her step outside and take a breath,  “That’s what the living room used to smell like!” she exclaimed.  So I went down to the hardware store and bought a can of air freshener in “Alpine Meadow”.  I sprayed that stuff around and she could enjoy the atmosphere of being outside,  but with heat.

Sippy on Realtor tricks,

Oh, I know that handyman. That guy gets around. I never learned his name, but he seemed to be interested in every property I was interested in Maine. No matter where I went — Turner, Cornish, Peru, Livermore Falls, Norway, Rumford…

Anyway, that polymath handyman with the lead foot and the nose for diamonds in the rough was always one step ahead of us, ready to stuff our defeat into the jaws of his victory.

I’ve been following Sippy’s writing for a while, I know that he originally came from Marion Massachusetts (originally called Sippican for the Indian tribe that lived there).   He fled the onset of socialized medicine in MA called Romeycare (or Obamacare 1.0 as it is now known) and took his business of hand manufacture of pieces of furniture to Maine.  I have a couple myself.   I’d take and post a picture of the bench  thats at the end of the bed, but first I’d have to move all the clothes off the top and the printer supplies from the bottom shelf.

I have mixed feelings about that bench, Several years ago I ordered it from Sippy’s website, selected the color and the finish, entered my credit card info, the transaction was accepted and a week later…TaDa!   (Wow, I just realized that I know who could fix the Obamacare website!)

I brought the bench into the bedroom and placed it proudly at the foot of the bed.   My wife, Donie, came in, looked at it and smiled.  She said “Oh, I Like That.”  And with those words it was no longer my Harry Longbaugh’s Bench, it was hers.  Ever after if I was to attempt to sit on it briefly to put my socks on, I’d hear “Don’t Sit There! You will winkle my blouse!”.   I have it back now with my dear wife’s passing, but I’d rather not.

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About On the North River

Forty years toiled in the Tel-com industry, married for 36 years widowed at sixty-one. Tea Party supporter. Do like to kayak, cook, take photos, bike, watch old movies and read. 66 years old and have a new girlfriend!
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