Lacking suitable words I decided to publish a few pictures to serve as a reminder that there are still many things that are under our control. And if they seem trite or "small", then accept these pictures as a short diversion for when the weight of the day becomes too great of a burden.
Those with great power also have great responsibility. -Uncle Ben (Spiderman)
Some of us keep firearms in our house. There are many responsibilities that go with having that power. One cluster of those responsibilities revolves around designing your house so you have a "crisp" signal commanding you to escalate to potentially lethal means.
- Does the person who might appear to be "invading" your home actually telegraph nefarious intent?
- Have I eliminated the possibly that the person who appears to be "invading" might be a child sneaking in after a party?
- Do I have a workable plan that will give me sufficient time to get all of the inhabitants of the house behind my chosen firing line?
I don't have slide-stops on all my windows (yet) but I addressed the ones that are at a "step over" height.
|Picture from the outside. The sill is about 24 inches above the cement slab|
|The slide-stop is 5/4 decking material secured with two, 3 3/4 inch deck screws|
|A common recommendation is to allow a 6 inch (150mm) gap. We went with 5.5"|
|You have to install one at the top as well.|
I am constantly complaining about our kid's inability to close doors. Mrs ERJ tells me that they will never learn to close doors as long as gravity absolves them of the task. I guess their spouses will have their work cut out for them.
|Squeezed out onto a dinner plate to assess texture.|
God bless kind people. This jelly did not set as stiffly as I like. I suspect it was because the apple-crabs were dead ripe and a little low on pectin.
Pectin is a magical substance. Not only is it responsible for the "jell" in jelly, it was the *pect* in kaopectate. It is the St. Peter of the botanical apothecary. In a dreadful mis-quote of Matt 16:19, Pectin binds what is lose and loosens what is bound.
|This should hold us until next year.|
The mom of one of Kubota's friends showed up to pick up her kid. I gave her a pint of the runny jam, apologizing for its looseness. She thanked me profusely saying, "Oh, wow! This is just like my mom used to make!" I don't know if she was blowing smoke but it sure made me feel good. I tucked that phrase away for when I receive a gift that the giver wishes were just a little bit better.