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30 Days of Tolkien – Day 8

We promises, yes I promise!’ said Gollum. ‘I will serve the master of the Precious. Good master, good Sméagol, gollum, gollum! — The Two Towers

My Take – Smeagol was an addict.  He was addicted to the safety and good feelings that the ring gave him in an unsafe world.  Rather than accept that the world was an unsafe place and live his life accordingly, he used the ring to give him a false sense of security and well-being.  He left the world of sunlight and fresh air to live at the bottom of a cavern to live in darkness rather than give it up.

In the same vein, our society is addicted to the security of “we’ll pay for it later”.  Whether it’s a college student putting herself hopelessly into debt to get that degree that she so desperately wants, or if it’s our federal government putting the grandkids into debt to pay for that just one more thing that we can’t live without, it doesn’t matter.  Our inability to not only live within our means, but also to have no real understanding of how deeply we are digging ourselves, is driving us to the edge of a cliff.

Eventually, Smeagol’s addiction to the ring destroyed him.  So too will our addiction to debt destroy us.  Someday the bills will come due.  Someday the pushers of easy money will cut us off.  When that day comes, we will learn what the term “rock bottom” means, because we will have to look ourselves in the mirror and figure out how we’re going to feed ourselves, secure the peace, and defend the country when the magic well of money has run dry.

Project Report – Replace Porch and Carport Posts

  • Mental note – When jacking up a porch/carport so that you can replace the posts, check to make sure the wood you are putting the bottle jack under is actually structural.
  • I set a personal best at getting the heck out from under something this afternoon after the “beam” I used to jack up the porch shifted, causing the jack to twist and fall off the porch.
    • No damage.  I had a couple fail safes (4×4 scrap posts) in place to catch any failures.
    • It did make me a little paranoid for the rest of the day.  I figure you have one “Hey, I survived that without anything important breaking” moment each day, and I’d had mine.
  • Ladies, when your husband is working on such a project and is paranoid that the roof might make another attempt at killing him, please don’t throw a bunch of old scrap wood in the back of the truck.  This makes a noise which is very similar to a bottle jack falling and a roof sagging.
  • Also, saying “Don’t park the truck under the carport.  I have better insurance on you than I do on the truck.”, when told that this is the last-ditch failsafe to make sure your husband isn’t squished like a bug, is not what I would call a warm and fuzzy moment.
  • Nothing says “You should have bought a better masonry bit, you cheap bastard.” like having your masonry bit bend 90 degrees while you are trying to drill pilot holes for masonry screws.  No, I wasn’t leaning on it.
  • It is amazing how tough it was to drill said pilot holes, even using a carbide bit, in concrete that was probably poured before my mother was born.
  • Let’s see if you can guess what’s wrong with these pictures:
  • If you said “There are no nails or screws or brackets or anything securing those posts to the porch, at either the top or bottom, you get a cookie.
    • That’s right, the only thing that’s been holding my porch upright since at least the Johnson administration has been gravity and friction.
    • I am vacillating between being pissed off and being in awe.  Yeah, it’s a bad job, but it lasted decades in that condition.
    • I assure you, it doesn’t look like that now.
  • Structural work is done.  Now comes replacing trim, doing a few “Aw crap” repairs, and fixing/finishing the concrete.
  • Stay tuned.

Today’s Earworm

I remember having a lot of fun playing this in band class.

 

30 Days of Tolkien – Day 7

I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by‘arisch’. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-Iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. … But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. … I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride. — Draft letter answering questions about his ancestry made by his German publishers.

My Take – Sometimes, a well worded “Go screw yourself” is all you need.  Tolkien was being asked how true to the Aryan ideal he was, and if he was at all Jewish.  He replied that he was neither, but the fact that he was even asked made him regret being German.  Purity tests only show the insecurities and stupidity of those administering them, especially when it comes to something those being tested are born with.

Thoughts on the Day

  • I broke some poor kids heart today when I explained that Military Intelligence has as much in common with James Bond as fantasy football has with the Oakland Raiders.
  • There were three marching bands in the parade today:  The army band from Fort Knox, the teenagers’ band from the local VFW post, and the band from the high school.  The high school band was playing some top 40 arrangement, while the other two were playing John Philip Sousa.  Guess which choice got a better crowd reaction.
  • A pumpkin muffin, two pieces of licorice, and a Tootsie Roll, followed by a couple of hot dogs and washed down with a fresh squeezed lemonade makes for a well-balanced morning diet for Boo.
    • On a side note, he may have reached a frequency of vibration that allows him to walk through walls, so we’ve got that going for us.
  • Not sure, but I may have broken one of the rules of physics today.  I got a 10 foot board into my 8 foot minivan, and I’m not sure how I did it.
  • All the work except for actually jacking up the porch is done.  Tomorrow, I either replace the posts, or start redesigning our new porch after I clear away the debris of the old one.
  • Waking up and remembering that Little Bear is 16 made me feel kind of creaky today.
  • Boo learned what the whoopie cushion he got as a prize at the carnival last night is for.  I guess I’m going to have to acknowledge paternity of this one.
  • Today felt like fall.  I think I could get used to warm but not blistering weather.

30 Days of Tolkien – Day 6

It had always been a notion of his that the kindness of dear Mr. Frodo was of such a high degree that it must imply a fair measure of blindness. […] Gollum in his own way, and with much more excuse as his acquaintance was much briefer, may have made a similar mistake, confusing kindness and blindness. — The Two Towers

My Take – There is a fine line between being nice and being a fool.

Few of us would begrudge the truly needy when asked for help.  The amount of voluntary charity in this country and in other free countries is amazing.  Maybe it’s religious, or cultural, or maybe hairless apes just know that the monkey they give fruit to on Monday might be the monkey they are asking for fruit on Friday.

But when charity gets taken for granted, or those to whom we give think we are unable to perceive abuses of our charity, we have to react.  Even worse is when our voluntary charity moves from being a moral obligation to being a legal obligation.

Frodo gave Gollum several chances to redeem himself.  He spared his life when Gollum first attacked him, he untethered him and trusted him to not run off, and eventually he made him an equal member of his group, even risking losing the ring and his quest to save Smeagol’s life.  Gollum repaid him by seeing his charity and kindness as weakness, and betrayed Frodo to Shelob in order to get the ring.

So too will those to whom we unwillingly donate our wages.  Programs for the poor, but able, have done nothing for them but to make them believe that they have a right to the sweat of our brows and the blood of our veins.  A large portion of our fortunes is paid to those who are physically able to work, but find an excuse not to.  Any attempts to get control of this and put them to work are met with derision and hostility.  It will be interesting to see how people react when the free money stops, and they learn that we may be kind, but we are not blind.

Today’s Earworm

Good things happen to good people

Dennis, of Dragon Leatherworks, has a great interview with his local TV news up.  He runs a great business, and I love the Flatjack I got for one of my revolvers.  He’s also willing to put his money, or rather his life, where his mouth is.  Dennis relocated to Tennessee in order to get to a more business and gun friendly environment.  I have moved around a lot, but to do it because of what you believe in is truly brave.

He’s one of only two businesses I put on my blog, the other one being Michael’s Custom Holsters.  Both of them do excellent work.  Go on and give them both a look.

Thoughts on the Evening

  • Thou shalt not park in the spot marked “Clergy” while trying to find a spot at the church carnival.
  • At 6:30 this evening, I had a breakfast of a grilled bratwurst and some french fries
    • No, I am working day shift, why do you ask?
  • “Inflatable Bounce House” is another term for “Children’s Mosh Pit”.
    • Boo was very nice to the other children after he got the “Do not hurt the little people” speech.
  • It is amazing how deep and loud my voice gets when older kids run over and pin my son while going through an inflatable obstacle course.
    • I have to remember that tone for the future.
  • Ladies and gentlemen, when they announce that the pony ride is closed, that does not mean that 15 of you need to get your kids in line and then argue with the nice lady who brought the horses.
  • How could  I tell I was at an Irish Catholic parish carnival?  The multiple women I saw with an older child holding the hand of a young child, a baby in her arms, and a big round belly full of the next one was a good indicator.
  • You know your little one has had a good time at the carnival when they don’t even whine when you tell him it’s time to go and start walking back to the car with him.
  • The cost of a McDonald’s ice cream cone is a real bargain when weighed against the look of absolute joy on Boo’s face when I handed it to him.
    • I swear it was as big as his head and he ate every bite of it before we got home.
    • On the other hand, I may need to hose out the back seat of the van tomorrow.
  • It is amazing how easy it is to give a child who is both exhausted and in a junk food coma a bath.

30 Days of Tolkien – Day 5

Such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere. — Fellowship of the Ring

My Take – There are indeed titans in our world, but the world runs through the small contributions of ordinary folk.  Achilles would have just been another warrior without the guys who rowed his boat.  Edison would have been a tinkerer without the mechanic who made his visions reality.  Just by getting up every day and getting on with your business, you do more than a lot of people, even if it’s the same thing you do every day.  It is the small things done by those of us who do the mundane work of the world that allow the ‘great people’ to do the things that get written down in the history books and told as legends around the fire.