Ran a second experimental load through the new/old washing machine. No mechanical glitches worth mentioning, no utility closet flooding, but…
Yeah. New 550 cord does stretch for a while. Good thing there weren’t any pants. Which reminded me…
And so this morning I dragged out the saw and generator and ripped that old gnarly 2X4 I’d selected into four sections, Dremeled some notches, and voilà…
Old school clothesline props.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go medieval on a previously-unimportant ant colony. Also I need to find another hamper. Details, details…
Joel: you certainly personify Red Green’s dictum of “If the women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy”. Not that you’re not handsome…
Women do not find me handsome. And it is perfectly reasonable that they should not.
Looks great. How long are the lines? Do you think you could get enough weight on them to start moving the poles?
Perhaps not classically Greek god handsome Joel, but certainly cute. Maybe even adorable.
My neighbor on Cape Cod used old pulling boat oars, notched at the end of the blade. I doubt that there are many in the desert though…
My favorite ant “medication” is Orthene. Seems to actually KILL them. Most other “medications” simply induce the colony to relocate a few feet.
Powdered sugar and borax. They take it back to the nest and everyone takes a dirt nap.
“dirt nap” prompts me to wonder: Do ants sleep? Any entomologists out there?