Anne N. Mouse: Blog

My phone, three years old, has a micro-USB charging port... Among other minor problems...

So I'm holding it on the short list of things I should replace soon.

On other equipment, I walked through the yard and garden section of the local Walmart on my way home last night. I only intended to buy a couple of items (if I could find them) first was a couple of single gallon two cycle mixers. Second was a Leatherman (or knock off) both of which I found and bought. But I've been thinking about getting the polesaw attachment for my saw (power head) that I picked up last year. So there on the shelf at Walmart, wouldn't you know was a pole saw attachment that should* it says it does, fit my power head.

On other news while using my saw (not in polesaw mode, but in brush trimmer mode
cutting=""
blade="">) this morning I thought maybe I'd picked up a piece of glass and been hit by it. I just took off my boots and a piece of wire had been driven through the boot and at least broke the skin. I just got a tetanus shot the other day,or that would be where I'm headed now!

I'm doing some yard work and hoped to get an hour in, but I'm gimping pretty bad from the bruise from the wire, so probably not 😔.

Or lack thereof. As I've mentioned to many people who've commented on my work positively, in my opinion none of what I've written is ended at all well.

That, and not being willing to deal with Amazon has kept me from trying to sell the few (and they're very few) pieces that I've finished which aren't part of the Swarm Cycle universe.

Those pieces I wouldn't be comfortable trying to sell, even if they had good endings. Indeed it is the fact that every time I try to write an ending for It's a Helluva Job, that I simply delete what I've written as not good enough.

All of which leads back to the title of this blog: The Outline.

Or as I noted, the lack of an outline.

An outline is of course a plan or a road map. Where I started, where I want to go, and at least in general terms the steps I have to accomplish to get where I want to go.

Of course with a Swarm Cycle story in general you have a person who is going to be evacuated from the earth either as a 'sponsor' or as a 'concubine' and the story is how your main character deals with the disruption caused by evacuation.

Yet even with those broad strokes giving me direction I'm not feeling well about anything I've written toward making an ending for It's a Helluva Job.

Okay, I'm not in any more danger of sudden death than I was yesterday, but I spent several hours in the ER last night because the clot in my left leg is back in places...

Which got me into morbid thinking... Like who gets my flag when I go? Who gets my dad's flag when he goes. I've lost contact with the only one of my children who was occasionally speaking to me... So? Niece? Nephew? IDK I asked my oldest sister if one of her kids would be interested in my dad's flag, she didn't know.
They ought to be heirlooms, and I get the feeling they'll just collect dust until someone buys them at a rummage sale... Not even family.

Here's a bit of a poem, a rant or a random thought....

(S)He was driving too fast,
When (s)he tried to pass,
On a two lane road,
(S)He learned,
Automobiles are not time machines,
Though they can be a quick ticket to eternity!

I really am enjoying working at making cabinets. I've only one complaint; the use of particle board for making them. I understand why it's done, and can only think of plywood as an answer.

But watching the stuff that we currently are remaking because the company hired a large temporary crew to get some large orders out on time has reminded me of why particle board is a very bad material for building anything from....😞

Still I hope to remain working where I am because it confirms one of my possible goals. Building high quality small furniture such as jewelry boxes or men's furnishings boxes.

If I can keep this job learn everything I can, and put together a small workshop then I could see if my ability matches my imagination....

As I noted in my last blog I'm back in the labor force... Not just part time, but full time plus over time presently. I'm of course very glad for the opportunity.
No I'm not being sarcastic about saying that. I'm hoping that I will prove to be a good employee and move from temporary staff to being part of the permanent crew.
What am I doing? For the first week I was running a saw cutting pieces for cabinets. This week, so far I cut a day and a half then was told I was ahead of the assembly crew, so I've spent the last day and a half sorting out a giant three-D puzzle...😁
I actually prefer the saw, but the company may make it a test from which you're moved as soon as you prove you're up to bigger challenges.... In one way I hope not, though if I can keep caught up I'll probably become a part of the relief crew which works wherever there's a bottleneck. Which seems to be what the sorting job I was doing today was about. Finding and putting in a single stack the parts for a single cabinet. Times about ten or so today... Lots of bending, lifting and getting between two stacks, one coming apart and being distributed, the other being built as it was 'next'.
Because A lot of the parts are cut by a giant robot the person who runs that sometimes has the parts for several cabinets in a single stack. He puts a label on each part then stacks the parts somewhat from largest on bottom to smallest on top. So sometimes I ended up moving the same part twice or three times. Even though I was trying my best to stack like sizes together until they were needed for the 'next'cabinet....
Anyway, because I'm on a concrete floor I'm looking for a safety toed boot that's just slightly less aggressive than the pair of Danner boots I currently own, besides I want (not absolutely need) a second pair of boots so I can alternate pairs from day to day.
Well I've rambled on enough. I hope to be getting back to at least a little writing, but for now I'm a bit worn from the physicality and hours of the job.