As predicted by NO ONE, water fell from the sky this morning! If I had any warning I would have brought in the seed pods I was drying, and put out some pans to capture rainfall.

Though I have lived in the ITP Estate for twenty-five years it still reveals mysteries. On Saturday I decided to do some cleanup and reorganizing of my utility room and found a pamphlet from a memorial from forty years ago. The pamphlet was stuck behind the boxes of linoleum tiles which were left behind by the previous owners.

Here is the eulogy from the pamphlet.

LISTON MAX SMITH was born to Jane E. Johannes and the late Herman Smith, on June 6, 1954, in St. Thomas. Known affectionately as ‘Mac’ to his family and many friends, Liston grew up in Coral Bay, St. John.

He completed his early education at the Guy H. Benjamin Elementary School in Coral Bay,
and at the Julius E. Sprayer Jr High in Cruz Bay. He attended the Nazareth Bay High School, presently I. Eudora Kean, and graduated in 1974. Desiring more education, Liston started his formal education at the College of the Virgin Islands. He later transferred to Edward Waters College in Jacksonville, Florida. Graduating in 1978 with a Bachelor of Science in math and physics, Liston ventured on to the world of employment.

Making his contribution to society, Liston taught at Jacksonville Jr High for several years. He then moved on to the U.S. Internal Revenue Service (IRS), working a total of 5 years, first in Jacksonville and later in Miami, before his untimely death.

Liston believed in his God. He was baptized, confirmed, and a devoted member of the Moravian faith. He enjoyed music, played the trombone and was a member of the Edward Waters Gospel Singers. And, somewhere in the halls of Heaven, Liston is either singing or playing to the audience of Him on High.

He (Liston) will be remembered by each of us in our own special way, but for those of us who got to know him, he will be remembered most for bringing a smile to our face and laughter to our lives.

Though the journey be one that you must make alone, our memories and prayers are full of you.


Rest, and may God bless you.

(Brother of the Deceased)

from May 30, 1984

Wordle: four, my starter was CRASH
Connections: perfect, Green > Yellow > Blue > Purple

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It was a busy, stressful, and frustrating day yesterday. The morning started out incredibly productive with trips to — Publix, Kroger, Dollar Tree, Goodwill, and Whole Foods — all in the greater Decatur area. One of these is a red herring, Kroger, since I did no grocery shopping there, instead using its DMV kiosk to print a tag renewal for the M6.

My frustrations began with the arrival of a new credit card, one to replace one that expires next month. With a new card in hand I had to try to update websites on which I used this card. Two websites frustrated me so much that I had to resort to calling technical support. While on hold someone knocked on my door, I don’t know who, since by the time I opened the door the person(s) was/were gone.

I found out a little later that it was my neighbor who knocked on my door. How did I find this out? Well, because a limb of his dead tree snapped and grazed my roof. Fortunately for me, his roof took the brunt of it, and it didn’t appear as if the branch penetrated his roof. He is getting quotes to have the tree taken down, at least to a height that will do no damage to either of our houses.

A person with no job and at least enough money to pay bills should not be so stressed out! I need a beer.

Today I am offering to buy Betsy and Hank lunch because they have agreed to be my witnesses for the house documents that I need to have witnessed and notarized before I can return them.

I intend to spend the hottest periods of the weekend indoors, cleaning, reorganizing, and declutter if the house.

Wordle: three, my starter was DAILY
Connections: perfect, Yellow > Blue > Green > Purple

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It’s the Summer Solstice. I feel as if I have not taken advantage of the increasing amount of daylight, which starting tomorrow, begins to decrease a little every day until December.

The M6 has once again passed a Georgia Emissions Test! I may finish the renewal of my tag by visiting a Kroger with a Georgia Tag kiosk as one of my chores today.

Today was an unusual day of NYT gaming for me. I wish I could post my Connections color blocks because each line today was Green, Green, Green, Purple. I was completely fixated on what turned out to be the green category and failed. Then, because I was so wound up about Connections I didn’t check my starting Wordle word against my previous solutions list, FARCE is one, but as you will see, that worked in my favor today.

Wordle: two, my starter was FARCE
Connections: COMPLETE FAIL, X > X > X > X

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Happy Juneteenth? With personal connection to this Federal Holiday I have no idea about an appropriate greeting. What’s funny is that I was confused why I got mail, and the trash was picked up on Monday, assuming that Monday was the observance of Juneteenth.

In addition to zucchini, WLF has produced a good number of hot banana peppers. Up to yesterday I used most of these for pizza toppings, or as an ingredient to recipes. Yesterday I was reminded that I could make pickled hot banana peppers, and that is what I did!

With the exception of this space I have once again learned to ignore internet comments. The other day on YouTube I was called selfish by another viewer of a video for expressing my opinion that I hoped a content maker would not include “paid promotions” in their videos, since I pay YouTube (and thus creators) for an ad free experience. After all, continued the accuser, the videos were not about me, it was about them. Fuck ’em! I almost launched into a comment battle, but decided that I will just return to ignoring YouTube comments altogether.

Another baseball legend has passed. RIP Willie Mays.

Wordle: three, my starter was TEACH
Connections: perfect, Green > Purple > Yellow > Blue

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Yesterday I finished watching a series of YouTube videos called “No Milk Today”, which was about a British man named Max Cotton (who happens to be my age, or perhaps a year older) who embarked on a yearlong journey to eat only items produced from his own farm. Along the way he grew vegetables, got milk from his cow, made cheese from the milk, baked bread from his wheat, picked grapes to make wine, and slaughtered some animals to produce meat. With the exception of the last bit, I very much wish that I could do the same. If this surprises anyone, you’ve not been paying attention…

I made my first Kaiser doctor appointment yesterday, a twenty minute consultation with my new GP which will cost me $200 toward my high deductible, which I have to satisfy in addition to paying $800/month for the luxury of being in their system. Our Healthcare System is broken…

Wordle: four, my starter was LAUGH
Connections: perfect, Purple > Green > Yellow > Blue

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I’ve finally become a farmer/gardener with too much zucchini! Yes, my lone spaghetti squash has been compromised, and now turned into compost, but I harvested five zucchini on Saturday. I don’t know how many more zucchini will be produced, my garden tends to get slaughtered by squash vine borers and powdery mildew, so this may be it for me. With the zucchini I have in the refrigerator I have made a zucchini meatloaf (poorly, since I added far too much zucchini), and intend to make some zucchini bread today.

The rest of WLF is doing surprisingly well given how much I have ignored it, and the brutal heat and lack of rain. I have my first sunflower (one, or two which haven’t succumbed), and harvested my first onion yesterday!

Happy belated birthday greetings, ITP-Reader Jenka.

Wordle: two, my starter was. RAPID
Connections: perfect, Yellow > Blue > Green > Purple

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Good, hot, hard ride last night. The ride had one much-needed intermission while a guy changed a his flat tire in Ansley Park. While we stood around we guessed the price of a house for sale. My guess of 2.3 million dollars was only 2.2 million dollars too low! Pity the Florida house will sell for a small fraction of that, though I will be happy with whatever we get.

Well, I guess I am an Amazon Prime member for another year. I forgot to leave myself a note to check when it renewed and make a financial decision on whether or not it was worth it. Yesterday my credit card was charged…

But, at the same time I have placed two orders from Amazon, mostly cycling related items, that I identified as needs recently. For instance, yesterday I tried to put a smaller seat bag on my bike, the one I used to use all of the time, and sadly the Velcro strip which goes around the seat post broke and I don’t believe that I have to skill to fix it. Also sad is that the company from which I purchased it eight years ago appears to have gone out of business.

Hey, it’s the weekend! Other than doing a bit of drinking this afternoon I have nothing on my calendar. Woot! Perhaps I will return to cleaning and decluttering.

Wordle: three, my starter was COVER
Connections: perfect, Blue > Yellow > Green > Purple

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I spent the better part of yesterday puttering around WLF, and it was fantastic!

After coming inside for a shower and lunch I started the process of putting away stuff that I had scattered about; much more of this activity will occur today.

This morning I am at the Waschsalon, and this afternoon I will give the M6 a bath. The M6 is still dirty from sitting under a live oak in Savannah for a week. I intended to take it to a car wash in Florida, but that never happened.

Back on the bike tonight.

Wordle: three, my starter was GRAIN
Connections: two mistakes, Yellow > Green > X > X > Purple > Blue

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I didn’t do a whole lot after arriving home yesterday. I napped, I put away some of the crap that was strewn about the house, I watched a lot of tv, and then I went to bed early.

There is much to accomplish in the five weeks leading up to the trip to Iowa for RAGBRAI. This morning will find me in Wee Little Farm attempting to tame the beast. I have dead plants to pull, small plants to transplant, and zucchini and potatoes to harvest. I noticed yesterday that I have a nice spaghetti squash forming, I hope the asshole critters won’t try to eat it before I can.

It’s a waiting game to see if the Florida house roof repair satisfies the insurance company so that the bank will approve the load for the buyer. I can’t tell you how much I am hoping that this purchase goes to completion so that I can stop being responsible for the management of that house. And oh, the money that I receive from the sale will help refill the coffers that I’ve drained since 2021.

Wordle: four, my starter was LEAST
Connections: COMPLETE FAIL, X > X > X > X

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You have to be a special kind of crazy to be a roofer in Florida. I had an uncle who was a roofer in Florida, and I’ll never understand how he managed.

After seven days of fairly intense exercise, I am going into my third day of sloth hood. To be fair, Sunday and today are mostly due to driving for over seven hours, and yesterday was just too damn hot for me to go outside.

I hit the road at 3:15am, and am posting about three hours later from a Waffle House in Lake City, Florida. Yes, I will be napping later…

Wordle: five, my starter was SPANK
Connections: perfect, Yellow > Blue > Green > Purple

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