into the blue sky

cryptogram

My Google spreadsheet.

What was supposed to be tough, was about 6 minutes of work

Start Date	Name	formula for guesswork	401K	Plan	Retirement	$100,000.00	Standard payout
2/15/1982	Burns, Ken	$ 49,358.44	$ 63,178.81	Prem	$100,000.00
2/15/1982	Simpson, Homer	$ 43,632.01	$ 55,848.98	Anthem	$ 55,848.98
2/15/1982	Stewart, Martha	$ 69,835.06	$ 89,388.88	Prem	$100,000.00
2/15/1982	Astley, Rick	$ 38,804.32	$ 49,669.53	Anthem	$ 49,669.53
2/15/1982	Morton, Bob	$285,583.13	$365,546.40	Anthem	$365,546.40
2/15/1982	Ryerson, Ned	$219,862.43	$281,423.91	Prem	$100,000.00
2/15/1982	Chuck, Phil	$165,334.91	$211,628.69	Prem	$100,000.00
2/15/1982	Moorehead, Craven	$ 32,274.14	$ 41,310.90	Anthem	$ 41,310.90
2/15/1982	Butkisser, Best	$135,971.80	$174,043.91	Anthem	$174,043.91

=(RAND()*500)*1000
=C2*1.28
=IF(E2="Prem", STANDPAY, D2)

My nephew and his prof had a challenge with something like this. I don't see how it was tough.

long name?

Long name, amazing results?

no sleep til

angry again

Again, it's me

It's me ... I broke something, next story.

for someone special

on losing faith and questions no one can answer

I got very frustrated working on my sister's house. I got so mad, I began to favor losing faith than just coping with the stupidities of the situation. I was impassioned with anger. Satan's rapture? Anyway, I started getting angry with God. Yep, He was to blame for the inane and mundane randomness for the whole universe. Look, I tore a paper, that's God's fault. Then a series of under-the-surface thoughts came in with "why do good people suffer", "why is there hunger in the world", "why is there murder and rape". There are, of course, no easy answers.

If I thought that God knew everything, facilitated everything, and could intervene at any time, why not to people suffering? I started with my shaking fist at the stupidity of getting the titles into position. Then any little thing after that got me more bitter. It was a lot easier to blame God than to accept that I could cope with stupid crap.

By the end of two days, I was a bit better and less out of sorts. While I don't understand how stubbing my toe at 2:00 in the morning really pans out to God's ultimate plan for the universe, nor the rape and torture of people+ helping humanity to get to God, I am not as bitter, for sure.

Even if I lose faith, allowing it to slip from my heart and mind, I will not lead others to follow. Without hope, faith, direction, compassion, structure (including law), a person is in an anarchial hell. Without the goal of helping the whole species and moreover all species of the planet, why live? If a person is without purpose, they will die sooner and more miserably. How could I support that? Regardless if I let my faith die, I shall not encourage others to follow.

+ my mind played out the situation of a man (father for example) who rapes an infant. So, the infant deserved the torture because it was born with original sin ... no; bullshit; wrong! Where was God on the child's behalf? This is a question that bugs me.

painted

local spatter from paiting

cuteness button

The bone is actually red with drywall dust making it look pinkish.
If you will look, she has ball in her mouth at the same time.

She doesn't like it when I kiss her nose (muzzle) during play. Here she is nearly lulled to sleep with me rubbing her with my foot.

Here she is wild ... her norm.

potty?

My sweet, adorable friend, embarrassed that she had to stop in for a potty break.
She didn't want her picture taken.

prettier than the paint

oops, had the silly thing in reverse.

Many of these were at Jefferson Point mall, the others were at my sister's.

more work photos

For the original version ... click here.

The tiles pissed me off, so I stopped trying to work with them. My sister was equally peeved and quit. Well, my brother-in-law gets them now.

Here is Jeff Bell. He does lots of things, but primarily installs and repairs garage doors. After his solo effort of loading the drywall sheets, he drove to my sister's and he and I pulled them off. He showed me the faster, however a bit sloopy, way of measure-cutting sheets. It was about 5 minutes instead of 35. I think I will take the trade.

Here you see him talking with my neice.

This is the same view the next day --- a wall, installed by Mike and Dustin.

The brown sections is the new insulation.

Mike and Dustin installing the wall and discovering that the studs are not 24" on center.

This is a problem area near the front door.

My sister and her "helpful" dog cleaning up after mudding the walls.

My white arm. My face was so sprinkled also.

Yes, the ceiling is now whiter.

Power painter ... need experience to use it well.

day long and hard

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I think I can rest at last.

isn't it ironic

when wording comes crashing together?

Slutsky? "Behind the pursuit"
Does not remember ... no suspects.

Had argument with boyfriend, didn't go home with him, but two other men.
She would regret if she told anyone. OK, she doesn't remember.

I will take Windows advice

Sleep.
I think I will.

more bad luck

Well, putting up drywall should have been fast and simple. As it turns out, the studs in the basement (perhaps the whole house) are not 24 inches on center. Oh, no. That would be up to code and simple. So, we had to cut nearly every piece to match. The room was 13' x 24' with many outlets that had to be cut.

I was so hoping that I would have mudded the drywall today and that tomorrow I could have painted. I tried to put up some ceiling tiles, but they too proved too smart or tough for me. I nearly pulled a "hulk smash" in anger. The tiles were very tough to put in, especially the slide puzzle feature on the last row.

I was shocked twice due to poor grounding.

There were two guys who came to close off a wall connecting one room to the kitchen. They were fairly fast and did an OK job. The studs there were also wrong. Hmmm, methinks it was a drunk architect or crew.

I am tired, stiff, sore. We had to make a run to Menards for one last piece of drywall. They cut it for us. Bruce, the cutter, used a box knife that was falling apart. I thought I was the dangerous one! Some other fool there had six 12' drywall sections loaded on his pick up truck. They dangled out the end. On top of the pieces, they put a new door. I would expect "crash".

My sister has the worst luck!

What fills my days

Well, we started to finish the ceiling in the office room, but halted. More special cutting, more negotiating and a late start. We got up the support beams, but not a bit of the ceiling itself.

Jessica painted primer on the new dry wall after she and Jennifer sanded it. Logan helped by taping off the molding before we painted. We moved most everything out of the room so that it could be painted, dried, painted and ready for the carpet installers.

That should have been the day.

Diane was worried about a section of the wood paneling along the back wall. It was intact, but was messy with mold. More panels suffered the same fate, all along the wall, mold. It was not on the East wall much, but the West wall had some. Diane called for the removal of the paneling. The drywall, most of which was moldy had to go. So it was a lot more work.

That means that we have to put up half wall in the entire basement rec room of drywall. We then have to paint that room, the stairwell down, all before the carpet installers on Wednesday. What a fun week, right?

Lily, the dog, was not especially helpful.

+ on a positively charged note, I found out what caused my mild conductivity with places; my cellphone and keys that I prefer to carry on me.

Actually, I put Jessica's name here.

Welcome to Diane's messy, unlucky life.