So this morning Sylvia told me she was bringing one of her lady friends over to the house this afternoon and for a few hours on Sunday to do some heavy duty cleaning. Having this joint cleaned up will be a very welcome change, but there’s no way I could have any peace of mind out in the parts of the house where they’ll be working.
So, it is my intention to lock myself into my sanctum sanctorum, my man-cave (my home office) while that house work by those ladies is in progress.
“Islam is a political system, NOT a religion, and unless and until humanity wakes the hell up and STOPS referring to it as a religion, there is no hope. Islam is a hyper-aggressive, militaristic, expansionist, totalitarian political system designed to create a super-rich micro-oligarchical ruling class with a massive, destitute, genetically handicapped underclass below. The paper-thin faux-religious facade was a conscious, specific con from the very beginning – much like Mormonism and Scientology – a pure racket using borrowed and piggy-backed religious motifs to lend credibility to a massive, loosely-knit network of crime syndicate cells.”
Lest there be any doubt, I fully agree with Ann Barnhardt’s analysis of the Muslim problem and how to correct it. Her full article, from which the above paragraph is excerpted, is linked below.
Source: CUT THE CRAP. ISLAM MUST BE EXTERMINATED. HERE’S HOW. | Barnhardt
Breaking down and binding up all that mountain of cardboard boxes in my garage: no, it will not be fun. BUT the garage will look so much better when that chore is done.
So here I was, ready to take the bike out for a ride before the afternoon rains. I hauled the bike onto the back patio to check the air pressure in the tires before heading out. Both tires felt a little low, so I pumped up the front tire and brought it up to where it should be. Moving to the back, I found that tire so low the pump head wouldn’t even seat properly on the neck of the tube, pushing it back into the rim instead; and the neck itself was sticking out of the rim at an angle, not perpendicular as it should be.
Cause of the problem with the back tire was obvious, some doofus who worked on the bike or assembled it before I bought it put the inner tube in crooked. And a twisted tube will leak and not hold air.
I should have known better than to buy a cheap bike!
So now I need to replace the inner tube. To do that, I’ve got to pull the darned back wheel off the bike. And look at the stupid brake assembly I’ll have to disengage, and the nuts I have to pull off the back hub.
The NEXT bike I get WILL have quick release hubs and brakes I can easily work with, like the bikes I owned when I was younger!! It will NOT BE LIKE THIS!!!
So much of this Tuesday is spent plowing through paperwork and stuff that I’ve accumulated, ruthlessly asking two questions of everything I handle: 1.) Is this something I want to have with me in the Philippines? Keeping in mind our first house there will be a small one full of grandchildren. And 2.) is this something that will help me make the big move quickly and easily? Unless the answer to one of the questions above is a solid “yes,” the item in hand gets pitched.
At this moment, early in 2017, I’m still living full-time in America. But in a matter of months I’ll be living part-time in Cebu, returning to the US through 2018 mostly to close out my operations here and to fulfill legal requirements. By 2019 I’ll be living primarily in the Philippines. Between now and then there’ll be a lot of traveling back and forth, a lot of business to take care of, and I DON’T need any needless stuff slowing me down.