Bits & Pieces

Sometimes I hate Blogger. I've been absent for the last three days due to Blogger's refusal to allow me to sign into my account. The good people that administrate Blogger normally do a fine job but for some unknown reason, of late, they've fallen on their collective butts.

I suppose its just as well, I haven't had much to say, other than we have rain.

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To all the good people that have left comments on my recent post...I shall answer soon.

This morning I unlocked my shop to find one of my lights, when I hit the switch, refused to spark. So I will fix the darn critter as soon as I finish writing this worthless post. And, I've noticed the toilet in the shops head constantly feeds water to the sewer system...pennies down the drain. I just left word with my plumber. The shutoff valve refuses to budge. Ever snap one off....yeap, me too.

As soon as these minor chores are completed I'll be back to leave replies. I promise.

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Sweet Wife has physical therapy three times a week. She came home last evening in tears. According to her, therapy hurts, which hurts me. It rips my soul to see any loved one in pain, much less her. I iced her down and cooed and soothed as best I could and then had her take to the couch and covered her in a blanket. I hate it. Her pain.

One can't shoot pain, nor beat it with one's fist. I'm powerless over it. I mentioned to her if possible I'd take her pain as mine own. She just smiled. The pain laughed.

One of these days the pain will blink, then I'll give it good a old fashioned butt whipping.

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Like Ireland in July we've a nice steady cool rain. No complaints here, we need it. I need to hire a small boy scout troop and have them clean my yard. I must have six tons of leaves in the yard and another four in the gutters. Pine cones up the ole wazoo.

I glanced at my deck this morning to find it covered in oak leaves too. There are not enough hours in the day.

Unlike you good folks north of the Mason-Dixon, our leaves descend during Spring. Catkins like you've never seen cover my driveway and the pollen is awful. Normally my truck is silver. Now, its taken on a green tone.

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Hey, silver is down. Jump.

Please excuse me it's time for me to make a living.

Stephen


 

To My Reader in Kamloops

Please, leave a comment, say hello. I've always liked British Columbia, used to fish in your fair town many, many years ago.

It'd be nice to hear from you.

Thanks,
Stephen

May Each of You

Have a wonderful Easter.

 I thought I'd include a shot of Little Bit from last Easter.

Please, be at peace.

Stephen

Don't Call Me a Honey

She just left the shop, Cloey. She belongs to a friend and is four years old and cute as a button. I instantly fell in love.

Somewhere during the conversation I called her, Honey.

She turns to me, stomps her little foot and said, "Stop calling me Honey."

We laughed. I knelt before her and took her into my arms, then said, "Okay, Sweetheart. I'll never again call you Honey."

Her, big smile. Then, "Good. I like Sweetheart. You can call me Sweetheart all day long."

I want a little girl. So bad.

Stephen

Yes

I'm still alive and kicking, just busy.

(As example it's taken me two hours, thus far, to reach this point of the post.)

Anyway, here's a book I believe you'll find interesting. This continues the theme of my March 26th post and that of my good friend, Duke. The topic of precious metals.

If, I do not return before the weekend I'd like to wish you a wonderful Easter. Please, take care out there.

Stephen

I Wish

A pox upon Simon Fuller. I hope he develops a rash on his bun, he teeth turn

brown and he develops a lisp.

I hate American Idol.

Stephen

Like a Moth to Flame

I'm drawn to silver. Not only is it a wonderful hedge against inflation, but it feels good. I like its heft. As of late I've adjusted my investment away from pure silver rounds and bars to the currency of Old Mexico. Vintage Mexican coins contain anywhere from ten to ninety percent silver. Always check before you buy.

The beautiful old coin pictured was minted in 1952 and contains (as you can well see) .72 percent silver, or at today's current spot, just over eleven dollars worth of silver. Adjust for Numismatic value and you have a twenty dollar (or more) coin. This coin was minted in Mexico City as indicated by the mark, Mo. Its weight is just over 27 grams. An ounce of silver weighs 31.1 grams.

Here's a link for the silver conversion tables of Mexican silver coins. If you'll scroll down the link you'll also find tables for other countries as well.

As long as silver remains below thirty dollars an ounce I'm a buyer. Trust me, one day you'll wish you had a small leather pouch filled with silver.

Have fun.

Stephen