Finally Someone Called Her On It

Pelosi got called to the carpet on the subject of the Wall. No response from her yet. It’s probably difficult with egg on her face…she should be used to that by now. Heck, it might even make her look better…NOT.

https://dailycaller.com/2019/01/14/activists-pelosi-mansion-wall/

I have not heard of Laura Loomer, but she nailed this one.

And then there’s this

https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2019/01/14/photos-from-vatican-walls-to-obamas-fence-20-barriers-around-the-world/

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A Chainsaw Afternoon

I finally got off my ass and did something yesterday afternoon. After days of yakking about cutting down the crepe myrtles to make room for the new gate, I finally did it. I cut one down, and cleaned up anyway, for starters.

A crepe myrtle

It was a cloudy  day so not much color, but then  it is winter isn’t it? This one is next on the list. It has a fire ant bed at the base of it, so I’ll have to work quickly. You can see the fuzzy stuff in the tree; it’s some kind of what I’ve heard call ‘tree moss’ or a fungus. It comes off easily. There is a ball on the ground to the right of the tree. That stuff grows on anything that stands still; power lines and fences which tells me it’s not parasitic…I don’t think it’s totally harmless, however.

These stumps are what’s left on the ground from the first victim. The first cut on the left went down easily. The other fell across the fence, increasing the level of difficulty of the job. Of course, then there are the spoils.

I cut and cut and dragged and was thinking about how to drag it off and where to put it.

I remembered back in the day, when I used to get up early Sunday morning with a couple of buddies, drive out to the boss’s farm, where he had a citrus grove. The three of us would smoke a J on the way, and worked for four hours for $2 an hour, cutting brush and buffle grass. Besides our off the book pay, we were rewarded by an ice cold Texas Pride beer. Cold is cold.

We chopped brush, and piled it to the boss’s specs, and when all was said and done, we were able to roll it up. This made it easier to burn.

I piled this similarly; larger trunk pieces with their branches intact for a bed if you will, then piled the smaller pieces on top every which way interlacing them at times to make it hold together.

I was able to tie the trunks together, and tie that to my trailer hitch, and drag it across the property to the other side. It’s too green to burn.

Round 2 scheduled for today, then I’ll call the fence guy to begin.

I still have to remove the gate from down by the cow shed, as they were gonna use that one on gate #2 on the north entrance. Another task.

I wonder how much a 12 ft galvanized gate weighs.

Looks like pulling this will no require any tools as the hooks on the post are just that; hooks facing up and the gate loops just rest on them. There is a cow panel spot welded to the gate as well. Pop probably put that on the the dumbass cows from getting the greener grass…Thanks JR.

Cars That Never Made It To Production

1957 Chrysler Diablo

1956 Buick Centurion II

1954 Ford La Tosca

1951 Buick Le Sabre

1959 GM Firebird III

1955 Lincoln Futura

1951 Buick XP-300

1955 Ford Mystere

1959 Cadillac Cyclone

1954 Oldsmobile Rocket F-88

1958 Ford X-2000

1953 Cadillac Ghia Coupe

1955 Lincoln Indianapolis

195? Mercury D524

1952 Chrysler D’Elegance

1954 De Soto Adventurer II

1953 Ford X-100

1956 Packard Predictor

1956 Oldsmobile Golden Rocket

1956 Pontiac Club De Mer

 

Looks Like Chainsaw Time

Before I get the fence contractor out here, I gotta cut down a couple of trees.

The crepe myrtle. There are lots around here; at least two more I’d like to cut down.

There is one on either side of the driveway, and the wife and I agree that they need to go to make room for the upcoming swinging gate.

I was just going to cut them down at ground level, then drill a hole with a spade bit and dump a few drops of pure Roundup into each hole in the stumps, and let nature takes its course.

We had a couple of those when we lived in McAllen in the front yard, and never could figure how the damned blooms got into the pool in the back.

Crepe myrtles have to be maintained every year to grow back and bloom nicely…these have  been neglected for many years. See the tree moss that has taken over. All trees here suffer from it. It grows on power lines too, it’s not parasitic; just unsightly as far as I know. It pulls right off.

Update:

looks like outside work is on hold for a while. The wife just called me from the bedroom. She had another of her ‘episodes’…cramps, off to the bathroom,,,didn’t make it, vomiting too…still has cramps…

I’ll need to stay close.

Raining Today, Friday

True to the forecast, it is raining. That’s all I got. Temp around 55.

The wife has discovered that she is physically unable to do much work outside. She has now made landscape plans for three or four “rock gardens” we have in the immediate vicinity of the house.

All have rather large tree stumps; some of which are ant and termite ridden I dare not stand too close for any length of time. The rotten stumps have got to go. All these gardens were initially done with kind of a Xeriscape as rocks proliferate around here. One can clean up the rocks, but what to do with them? I mean there is a dump truckload, and they will continue to come up through the ground over time.

I guess I could pile them in a couple of wooded areas we have left au natural. Perhaps build my own stone wall. Ever seen pics of farms up in New England? Those hayfields are surrounded by a rock wall…three and four feet high. I would like that as an additional barrier around my perimeter; maybe just this side of the fence.

Still, some poor bastard has to pick them up and haul them..you guessed it: me.

She’s right though, it’s an eyesore the way it is. I cannot mow through them with all the rocks hidden at ground level. It’s difficult to use the weedeater as the rocks eat of the string quickly..manually cleaning them out seems to be the way to go.

I think I’ll move that down the list a ways.

Can’t do it in the rain, though…rats.