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Tons of Rocks
Aug. 29th, 2020 02:27 pmToday's been interesting, to say the least.
We headed out earlier to, in theory, go pick up a few more things to finish running ethernet and plumbing to the garage. Fox needed a step drill bit and a couple of things for our trash pump, and we'd decided to buy some rocks. The local Home Depot has massive bags of what I guess is concrete millings or just busted up limestone. One of the washouts on our road is getting bad enough that he's planning to drain the rainwater, rebuild the ditch side, and fill that with the ton or so of rock we just bought. Since it's limestone, what will eventually happen is it will be crushed more by passing vehicles, get rained on, dry out, and eventually turn into concrete. You just keep putting layers of it down and eventually get a decently hard road. Of course, now it's raining again.
But our quest for pump parts took us way into Orange Park, so then it was like, do you wanna just go to Jax Oriental, since we're ten minutes away now? So we did that. The bakery had just been restocked, and I got this red bean bun that was really tasty - sort of like a melon pan but with sweet red bean paste, and was exactly the kind of thing I wanted right now. Also restocked soy sauce, tonkatsu, and all the other good stuff. I don't know why we can't get tonkatsu locally. *shrugs* Anyway the trip all the way into Jacksonville is annoying, but buying restaurant jugs of soy sauce is awesome. Maybe not as awesome as getting 55-gallon drums dropshipped to us, but hey. ;D
I still haven't run or done a weightlifting workout since we were gone so long, and I definitely need a shower. But we got the rock unloaded, trailer parked back where it normally stays, and there's another line of storms coming this way.
I've put a moratorium on personal spending until the end of the year but I did wind up buying a copy of The Magus by John Fowles. Since I'm not going to Jacksonville on Monday I won't be going by Chamblin Book Mine. Since I can't get a reliably good copy on Amazon without buying new, I might as well buy new through bookshop.org. It'll be here ... whenever it gets here. In the meantime I'm reading The Count of Monte Christo and having a comfort re-read of Walden. And it seems like someone just came out with a biography of Alexander Dumas that looked like it would be a hell of a good read, so I'm going to have to go look for that.
A high school friend (not the one who died recently, but another one. Did you know I actually had friends in high school? What's up with that?) that I was in several classes and marching band with read The Magus our senior year. She and I were both top students, so we were kind of allowed to do what we liked, and we routinely did history class in the library, since we could be counted on to do our readings, homework, and pass tests without the teacher's constant supervision. He was more than happy to let us skip out on the classroom experience. So she'd be reading this novel and turn to me and say, "Oh my god, listen to this ..." and read some just absurd sexual passage to me and we'd both laugh our asses off. Apparently there's quite a bit of ... 'activity' in this book. References to the Marquis de Sade abound. Since it should be delivered in time, this postmodern masterpiece of psychological horror is going to be this year's Halloween Read. Should be fun!
I'm now curious where she got her hands on a copy of that. I don't think it was from the school library. Was it? But then, I was often amazed at the things adults would see me reading and not seem to care about.
We headed out earlier to, in theory, go pick up a few more things to finish running ethernet and plumbing to the garage. Fox needed a step drill bit and a couple of things for our trash pump, and we'd decided to buy some rocks. The local Home Depot has massive bags of what I guess is concrete millings or just busted up limestone. One of the washouts on our road is getting bad enough that he's planning to drain the rainwater, rebuild the ditch side, and fill that with the ton or so of rock we just bought. Since it's limestone, what will eventually happen is it will be crushed more by passing vehicles, get rained on, dry out, and eventually turn into concrete. You just keep putting layers of it down and eventually get a decently hard road. Of course, now it's raining again.
But our quest for pump parts took us way into Orange Park, so then it was like, do you wanna just go to Jax Oriental, since we're ten minutes away now? So we did that. The bakery had just been restocked, and I got this red bean bun that was really tasty - sort of like a melon pan but with sweet red bean paste, and was exactly the kind of thing I wanted right now. Also restocked soy sauce, tonkatsu, and all the other good stuff. I don't know why we can't get tonkatsu locally. *shrugs* Anyway the trip all the way into Jacksonville is annoying, but buying restaurant jugs of soy sauce is awesome. Maybe not as awesome as getting 55-gallon drums dropshipped to us, but hey. ;D
I still haven't run or done a weightlifting workout since we were gone so long, and I definitely need a shower. But we got the rock unloaded, trailer parked back where it normally stays, and there's another line of storms coming this way.
I've put a moratorium on personal spending until the end of the year but I did wind up buying a copy of The Magus by John Fowles. Since I'm not going to Jacksonville on Monday I won't be going by Chamblin Book Mine. Since I can't get a reliably good copy on Amazon without buying new, I might as well buy new through bookshop.org. It'll be here ... whenever it gets here. In the meantime I'm reading The Count of Monte Christo and having a comfort re-read of Walden. And it seems like someone just came out with a biography of Alexander Dumas that looked like it would be a hell of a good read, so I'm going to have to go look for that.
A high school friend (not the one who died recently, but another one. Did you know I actually had friends in high school? What's up with that?) that I was in several classes and marching band with read The Magus our senior year. She and I were both top students, so we were kind of allowed to do what we liked, and we routinely did history class in the library, since we could be counted on to do our readings, homework, and pass tests without the teacher's constant supervision. He was more than happy to let us skip out on the classroom experience. So she'd be reading this novel and turn to me and say, "Oh my god, listen to this ..." and read some just absurd sexual passage to me and we'd both laugh our asses off. Apparently there's quite a bit of ... 'activity' in this book. References to the Marquis de Sade abound. Since it should be delivered in time, this postmodern masterpiece of psychological horror is going to be this year's Halloween Read. Should be fun!
I'm now curious where she got her hands on a copy of that. I don't think it was from the school library. Was it? But then, I was often amazed at the things adults would see me reading and not seem to care about.
