Sep 15, 2020
The you would be running trains with a simple flick of the wand while saying "wirus-repairus"
You got me laughing out loud on that one. "Wirus Repairus," I tried it with my wand I used to use to lead a choir but it didn't work. LOL still !!
I right now I’m watching a Harry Potter fan movie on you tube called Sisters of House Black. So far it’s pretty good.
Quite the movie. Interesting how it turns out.
There's a bunch of Harry Potter spin offs. I understand the author of the Harry Potter books is planning yet another one. So, there may be more to come.
After watching all eight movies. I kept thinking to myself there is more then one star here. Centered around Harry Potter, that's for sure put the movie wouldn't work without his closest friends, the adults and kids around him, if you get my drift. I did like the ending but I won't spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it.
Now back to
First, I need to clean up the floor. My kitty buddies have been tracking kitty litter. At least it's not the kitty by-product. Second, it will be my turn to make a mess when I get in and strip the wires. Mundane for the moment. The real reason the restoration project is on hold. Never mind how hard it is to get down and back up from under the layout. Not like the good old days.
Thinking of buying a small throw carpet to put in front of the litter pseudo-dirt box. Hoping that will slow down the scale rocks.
Just got back from WallMart. Found the electric light tester, I was looking for. I originally typed that Testor. Sound familiar?
My neighbor and I both needed to go shopping so off we went. He's a good guy. The automotive electrician. He sees this project as a piece of cake and has offered to help. Looking forward to that.
Weather went from cool and balmy to cold and spitting sleet. Two seagulls flew by and christened my windshield. Hey guys. Allow me to return the favor sometime.
Time to concentrate on the train layout.
I was hoping to throw some pictures on here. Working with Lap Top so I need to transfer some pictures to here.
I was one day fishing off a bridge in a place called Olalla. I was a poor kid that didn't have much money but I was able to buy a Deli sammich from the little convenience store near the bridge by catching a few pounds of crayfish the owner could use to make bait buckets.
So here is the setup.
This picture is taken from the back side of the former post office, which shares a parking lot with the store. The little outcove on the bridge is where I was fishing and enjoying my tuna salad sammich. A seagul flies by and marks my sammich with its woo woo woo. I had eaten only half of it at this point and I was pissed. I turned the bread inside out and threw the sammich on the post office roof which is where the gull landed. The gull gobbled up the whole thing... poo and all! To make matters worse, I didn't even catch a fish that day
I remember when I was a teenager, my dad got tired of paying $5 for a quart of live bait shrimp (which would usually last us all day, or until we were tired anyway,) so he got a sport-shrimping license in TX, and bought a small trawl net to tow behind our boat in the bay. The idea was we would shrimp for an hour or so, then drop anchor on an oyster reef and fish with the shrimp we caught. (that lasted only a couple of times before we decided we could catch a lot more shrimp in an afternoon than we could fish. Besides, the shrimping was much more fun, and the boat kept moving so we had a breeze on those hot afternoons. The net was small enough (12' wide) that we could pull it back in by hand, but we had to stop the boat to do it. Actually, we pulled the boat back to meet the net halfway...
The first summer we had it was a heck of a banner year for blue crab in Galveston bay. We threw any crab back that wasn't wider than a dinner plate. The problem is, the crabs, unlike everything else in the net that just happily flows down into the 'basket' at the end of the funnel-shaped net, grabbed on to the net for all they were worth every chance they got. They'd grab onto you if you weren't careful, and they wouldn't let go until thunder clapped twice! So as we were pulling the heavy net up on board, we had to stop and whack the crabs to get them to let loose, slide down to the waterline, and grab hold again. Did I say the net was heavy? But oh, my goodness, the shrimp and crab suppers we had after a day of shrimping! More than enough to feed our family of six, with leftovers that Mom would make into the most delicious shrimp and crab casserole for another meal or two.
Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, seagulls. When you get the laden net on board, and dumped the contents onto the sorting board that spanned the back of the boat, the gulls would hover overhead, diving down occasionally for a free snack. They usually went for the small, shiny trash fish that were caught with the shrimp, and didn't take too many shrimp. Luckily, we would quickly get the net back in the water, and were under way trawling again, so most (but not all!) the gulls were hovering over the very back of the boat, and not over our heads, as we sorted the catch. I said "but not all"... I remember one gull bombed me with a fresh, steaming puddle of goo right on my hat and side of my head, running down onto my shoulder. Yuck! At least the weather was hot, and I didn't mind pouring a bucket of water over my head.
But the shrimp and crabs were still as delicious as ever at supper that night!
Quite the even Massey. Seagulls are a thing unto themselves. I attended a parochial school in Watsonville, Ca. Not my cup of tea but it's what mumsie wanted and at my age I didn't have much of choice. Hogwart's, of Harry Potter, reminds me of my experience there. On the way to the cafeteria for breakfast each morning the seagulls would attack throwing their poo poop all over us.
I soon learned to wait to be the last and always with an old piece of bread that I would toss into the air, to the side of me. Worked, I was never dumped on by those flying beast, again.
Busy weekend ahead. More later.
Lemme know if you want to hear the story of when I caught a seagull while fishing for salmon.
that’s because magic is Latin based, not Germanic.
I have found it works best when the incantation occurs over a sixer and pizza.
Do tell sir!