Anyone have ideas? I'm out.
For one thing, I could buy a new set of IKEA furniture for what it'll cost to fix one chair in my current set. That'll teach me to buy battered antiques and restore them, eh? Nobody'll fix the chair that broke. ARGH. At this point, I'm less out of pocket if I buy the drill bit I need, and a new drill to make sure it has the RPMs, b/c teak is .... well, if you can dent it, I've yet to hear about it, LOL. They used it for aircraft carrier decks way back when those were still wooden.
Today in 1536 Hernan de Soto claimed for Spain what we call Florida, thus being the first person to promise to sell people land in a great location that was really just swamp. The indigenous tribes were about as thrilled as one would expect. "Your land is my land, your land is my land, just because I sailed an ocean" seems to be the theme.
Happy Birthday to the US ARMY! Formally created today by Congress in 1784 to replace the Continental Army, and this is considered the US Army's birthday.
In 1800, John Adams moved to the District of Columbia, becoming the first US President to reside in the capital. DC replaced Philadelphia as a sop to Southern states and their interests... Two of the three prime movers were both from slave-holding estates in the US South, and basicallys refused to allow any other location until everyone gave up and said, "FINE! But in return, the federal government pays EVERY state's debts that were incurred during this revolution."
And for those who love baseball, today marks the publication of "Casey at the bat", which follows. It's rather satirical in a sense, since we do get a bit too involved in sports sometimes (better that than war, IMHO). Just ask football (soccer) fans in the EU and UK. Do NOT get on a train when tehre's a match to be played!
CASET AT THE BAT by EL Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
Hello! I have a broken toe! Welcome to doing yard work where you have rock, slope, and no help. Good news, it's minor. Bad news, it still hurts like the dickens. (And why did Dickens get to be a symbol of pain, anyway? Jk)***Random odd facts for yoru day:Almost all leather goods come from cows slaughtered to be eaten, or slaughtered b/c they aged otu of being able to produce milk. Ergo, if you...
this on my lap so have a good day while I try to breathe in air and not fur!