Humidity levels this evening are at 3%.
One of today's tasks: repainting the bedroom ceiling after yesterday's repair of the damage caused by a small roof leak a couple of years ago.
The hardest part was painting above those spinning fan blades.
I also worked on the front door. I sanded down the buildup of 40 years of paint along the perimeter so it now just has a single coat. I also installed new weather stripping.
Our Thursday night viewing habits have turned to Father Brown, followed by Scott & Bailey, both on PBS. The latter is a cop show, but the Brits do it better IMO. Among other things they don't feel obliged to throw in sex as a subplot line. We don't understand about 10% of the dialog because of their accents but we can almost always figure out the basic meaning.
NASA wants to send a a mission to Europa, one of Jupiter's moons. They say it shows the most promise for supporting human life and they want to find out if it's habitable.
Yeah, 'cause we wouldn't make a mess of that.
We can't figure out places like Crimea and fake islands in the South China Sea, but divvying up a whole moon is gonna be a piece of cake.
The logistical, political, financial, and environmental problems make this a stupid idea. Why aren't we calling out the space geeks for this nonsense? The king isn't wearing any clothes.
And if it's a stupid idea why would we spend a half dozen gazillion dollars on it? How many wells would that money drill so people could have clean drinking water? How much research to find a cure for cancer would that money fund, how many reconstructive surgeries for children with congenital deformities in undeveloped countries?
I can think of plenty of better options for the money that will go into that sinkhole.
"But the science that goes into space exploration has all kinds of secondary applications in everyday life."
Two responses. First, that justification implies those scientific advances couldn't happen apart from a space program. Second, I think that will be a less than convincing argument for the mother who holds her 18-month old dying from dysentery because their drinking water is filled with parasites.
Yeah, call me a short-sighted curmudgeon, but the solvable misery around us outranks the slim potential for a limited existence on a moon halfway across the solar system.
Hope to get the truck's doors installed tomorrow. I'll need Pam's help to support them while I get the bolts started. And I've decided to spend more time trying to get the hood gaps better. It sits too high in back and the front. At least the sides are straight and even.
I got a phone call this evening from Idaho. By the time I got the phone in my hand and answered it - four rings - they'd hung up. So I called them back. And after three rings hung up.
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*groan* (the picture)
We watch a lot of British television, too--including those two shows. We watch on the DVR, and we often hit the seven-second rewind button to try to understand what they've said. I agree, though, that the Brits do it better so it's worth it. Besides, I love good classics like Father Brown, Poirot, and Miss Marple. I also like the not-so-classics like Dr. Who and The Paradise. Of course, I'm a sucker for any Masterpiece Classics movie (Jane Austen, anyone?).
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