Methinks he doth protest too much
This uncanny good day bad day thing is continuing. And it really is uncanny or is it self-inducing or is it someone laying hexes on us?
Weather yesterday was superlative up this way and not only was the covering tarp/structure which the gale snapped rebuilt in stronger materials, but a fair bit of building was done late in the day. Plus other things went right – the launch, the money, many things.
At precisely the moment when the structure had to go up through 90 degrees, two guys from next door arrived and it was three who were needed to rotate the structure. That’s the good luck side.
This morning [bad day according to the hex], it began with my post at TJMK. The moderator, in kindness, had put my url at the end with “my” site written in but it appeared in h2, which means it looked as if I’d put my own url in big bold letters. Yikes!!
That’s the last thing I want to do with an international readership. Then I tried to leave a comment and every ten minutes or so, it reposted the same comment over and over. Then I wrote asking for it to be changed and realized the moderator [in the US] had probably gone to bed and so the mess was up for another six hours or so.
What a mess.
Then I tried to comment at Britain Today again and it now won’t even take my WordPress. Plus if I leave the computer still for even three minutes, I lose BT internet connection and have to reboot the hub.
Plus my trusty Philishave’s motor has started going slow and yet it’s fully charged.
These piddly little things pile up and become burdensome. I left a comment on females thinking the same way and bet that will blow up in my face. It’s truly uncanny.
Going back into the past, your humble blogger has always had bad luck in some things out of all proportion to odds and good luck in others, to the extent some people think it’s a charmed life.
I’ve never, ever made money in gambling. I took a woman [lady mayor actually] to the pokies in Oz and her machine poured out money whilst mine did not. She moved elsewhere, I knew not to try her machine but someone else did and made money. I did try it and you know the result.
I’ve been on machines and moved away, only for someone to come in and make money.
It was my job to run the staff get-together once and I called the pub, would it be Ok for a big party, we only wanted main room in the pub? Yes, fine.
We arrived and they’d reserved the restaurant for us. Mega-prices. Now I had never said anything about that to them, they hadn’t mentioned it, I’d made it clear it was only warning them we were coming into the main pub part.
I was in Disneyland, LA and we’d agreed to meet at a certain pylon in the carpark – quite clear the number and letter, as was shown subsequently. I got there within the given time and waited.
Two hours later, the car came past and I was asked why I hadn’t been at the right place. We went through the right place and it was clear I had been there. “Well I never saw you,” muttered the driver.
We were waiting for a flight, my gf and I. She wanted to get some things from the shop near the gate. OK.
Come boarding time and she hadn’t returned, then minutes passed, then more, announcements were made.
They found her somewhere in the concourse. She’d got the time completely wrong, despite the passes, despite our conversation, despite every known indicator.
Then we had the issue yesterday of what words in English mean on this blog. Utter bollox what those three were saying.
Riding down the road and the tyre explodes and yet I’m completely unharmed. When that structure snapped, the wooden spike did not spring back straight back through my eye. The beam fell to my left. When the gale skimmed epoxy from the dish past my hand onto my arms and forehead, it missed my eyes and the hands I needed to do the job.
So there is good luck as well.
We did get on that flight, I was found in the Disney carpark eventually, we did have a good meal in the main part of the pub – so things do turn out in the end.
But it’s the completely wrong little things along the way which frustrate, particularly if one goes to the trouble of making them right and making sure everyone knows where to go and what to do.
I even have it in appointments. There was one the other day. I turned up at 9.40 a.m. as I was supposed to, she had no idea why I was there. So I showed her the card she’d written in her own handwriting.
“I …er … don’t know why I wrote that,” she said. “It’s clearly on the screen as [such and such] a time.” Yet there it was, in black and white on my card.
I’ve arranged things with contractors, it didn’t happen, I’ve phoned and they swear I’d never made the arrangement. This one methinks is familiar to everyone.
It’s got to the stage where if I arrange something, the odds are it WILL fall through for some reason and the number of times I’ve shown it really was their doing I’d like a pound for each time.
Don’t get me wrong – I do make mistakes, e.g. in the build with surfaces not aligning and so on but I don’t make the type of errors made out by others. Appointments are things I never get wrong so when they fall through and the others try to offload the blame, I stonewall them. Sorry – here it is written here. It’s one reason I do all my political talk on the blog – so people can see in black and white what was actually said and still they can’t read it right.
Then, if I was wrong, I can apologize and correct it.
So what’s on the agenda today? Meeting in town and wet roads, building wind, rain, lorries and a bicycle.
A glance at the Beeb weather and later today, the winds will get up even further and the rain will drive sideways. It’s going to be a test for the new structure but I noticed something good this morning.
Where all the eyelets were ripped out, I did a portion of the canvas as a sheepshank [good knot] but the result is the tarp is in a series of downwards spinnaker shapes, i.e. multiple ponds for rain to settle in.
Silver lining is that those ponds, whilst heavy on the structure, do stop the tarp flapping and billowing to the sky – so not all is bad and tomorrow it might even survive.
You worry too much. [JD]
[By the way, in putting in that quote, the html went all over the place - the "blockquote" part was found somewhere else - just sayin' like ...]
Went up town and watched the road like a hawk. Nothing to report. However, my shoes split in half.
OK, there’s this shop, see. Went there and there were two pairs of the right size in a good shoe on special – last two pairs in that size. Good luck.
Went to the counter and put in the card. PIN please.
Oh my goodness, can’t remember it. Don’t think I ever saw it. Don’t buy anything via card, except online and they want that little number on the back, no PIN.
Woman just looks at me. A dozen customers who’d been slowly gathering behind like Hitchcock’s birds, all women, look at me, wondering. Take card out in flurry of apologies, rummage for cash, give it to her in a couple of notes and the rest in coin.
All the women just stare.
One says – weren’t you the guy who was recently mean to Chrysalis, Moggsy and Uber? We have a message for you, you bstd.
I run from the shop, clutching the shoes.
About to go out and do some of the work on the boat. Daren’t do anything substantial as it will break. Will just do the filling and marking for now.
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