Sunday, October 29, 2023

Know What This Is?


...I didn't, until a couple of weeks ago.  

That's when our 1956 Philco V-handle quit on us...


...and our investigation into electrical mysteries from the 1950's began.

And yes, this is the same beast we just put in service again, having finally solved the problem with the sweating freezer door.

With some pointers from a FB group, I tipped Phil over on his side, and found that electrical start relay you see in the first pic.

It lives underneath the fridge next to the compressor, and apparently had gone bad...at least I hoped that was the problem, and not the compressor itself.

Since I'm not an electrician, finding someone willing to deal with vintage appliances is no easy task.

Typically when I start the conversation with, "I have a 1956 Philco V-handle refrigerator..." the next sound I hear sounds a whole lot like a dial tone.

But the good folks at...


...who've done all our residential electrical work during our restoration of The Castle Frankenstein...

1961 write up in New Homes Guide for Dean Bryant Vollendorf's "Baysweep" house plans

...have one gentleman with ice water in his veins, and he was willing to have a look.

He came out, did some analysis, we tipped Phil on his side and he removed the old relay.

We checked Amazon, I bought a replacement for $12, and a few days later he came back out and installed it.

Had to wait 24 hours after standing Phil up again to let all the refrigerant settle, and then the moment of truth:


Voila!  Man Cave Fridge back in action, and all is well in MCM Appliance Land once again.

For now.



Well, they done dooded the dirty deed:


Karen's youngest daughter tied the knot.

She married her long time beau, but at a different park than Karen scouted.

This park is right across the street from where the happy couple first met, so it holds some significance for them.

It was a Moms only affair; just the the bride and groom, the officiant, Karen and the groom's mother were in attendance...a cozy, intimate ceremony.

Wishing the newlyweds every happiness in the years ahead.



In my last outing of the season...



...I opted for "simple golf"...a wood, a mashie and a putter.

On a par 4 using guttys, that's typically my brassie from the tee and the fairway, my mashie for a chip onto the green, and Calamity Jane for my (usually vain) attempt to 1 putt for par.

'Twas a gorgeous, late fall day, sunny and a brisk 50 degrees, but I did ok...



...as I managed one unlikely par by sinking that putt on #6, and 4 bogeys.

The others were the uglier 2nd and 3rd cousins...


...of the bogey family.

Hate to admit it, but we're more than just casual acquaintances.

Even so, it was an enjoyable round...


...due in part to the beautiful colors.

We're at peak, or maybe just a bit past now.



I was also striking the ball pretty well from the tees...



...and the fairways, mostly straight to a slight fade.


Sadly, the course I play closes Monday, so it's farewell and adieu to my favorite pastime...


...at least until April.

Heavy sigh.




For no particular reason, I'm renaming Parting Shots to "23 Skidoo", so here we go:

Line up according to IQ points...



...and for those of you rushing to the front of the line, I didn't specify if it's high to low or vice-versa.

In any event, 23 Skidoo:

2023 Art Prize entry: "Anonymous Vagrant Standing On Weltron"



some color up north near Larry's cottage



get it while you can, boys; your future's knock, knock, knocking on GM's door



Karen made the happy couple a wedding cake



Big Frank standing guard



the treat factory is almost done for another year





With All Hallow's E'en almost upon us, it's time to buckle up...



...and hold on tight.

The downhill race through the holidays to the end of year is about to begin.

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Saturday, October 21, 2023

Gotta Love...


...the beauty of fall golf. 

Even if you're not a fan of the Old Game, you must admire the verdant manicured fairways and the russet autumn colors.

Why, you'd have to be a pointy haired cretin to disdain nature's glorious symphony of arboreal splendor.


(You're not one of those, are you?)

It's truly a visual delight, and my enjoyment of all this vernal grandeur was enhanced by my not too terrible play.

I mean, yeah...I played ok.


Not great, but I managed to tame my slice into a slight fade by the third hole.

And when I teed off on 7, 8 and 9, I was hitting straight or a slight draw.

I even managed 2 legitimate pars and 1 mulligan par.*  The rest were all double bogeys.

However, those were not my fault; Calamity Jane was being temperamental again, thus almost every green hosted my DIY tutorial for...


Almost.

a rare tap in for par

Even I couldn't screw that up, the result of a 40 yard chip shot with my mashie that rolled to within a foot of the pin.

Something about blind squirrels and nuts, I guess.

And I finished the round with a par in the traditional manner: on the green in regulation and 2 putt.



All was right with the world - or at least my tiny little corner of it - when I strolled off the 9th green.

Now if I could just settle my feud with you know who...

the real CJ

No, not her...her:


Calamity Jane.

*mulligan par, as explained in a prior post (Happy Fodders Day), is my name for one do-over any where on the hole, that results in a par.

After a flubbed shot you must recite the appropriate petition to make the mulligan come true:

“O demigods of the golfing netherworld, have mercy on me a hopeless duffer...ignore my previous failed attempt and accept this, my replacement shot in its stead...may it fly straight and true and may we never speak of this again.”

The result - you hope - will be a mulligan par.

For obvious reasons I prefer that name to the more common and perhaps more accurate "cheater's par".




In other news, Karen has been scouting around for an appropriate locale for her youngest daughter's outdoor wedding...

absolutely stunning...and the trees aren't bad, either.

...and her travels brought her to this park near where we used to live.

Gorgeous fall scenery, and seems an ideal spot to say "I do".

No idea if her daughter will agree, but in a few more days all will be revealed: she'll be married on Monday.

Stay tuned.



Just finished watching the 2016 BBC version of Tolstoy's War and Peace.



It stars Paul Dano as Pierre Bezukhov, James Norton as Andrei Bolkonsky, and Lily James as Natasha Rostova.

Celebrated for its in depth examination of Russia's involvement in the Napoleonic Wars...


...as experienced through the eyes of 5 aristocratic families, Tolstoy's 1600 page masterpiece* was a world wide phenomenon when published in its entirety in 1869.

Quickly translated into other languages, it was hailed as a new, albeit confusing, genre of literature, blending history, fiction and philosophical essays into one massive amalgam.

As you might imagine, bringing a work of this scope to the stage or screen is no easy task, but this version from the BBC has done an admirable job.

It's an aesthetic delight on multiple levels, from the glittering ballrooms of the morally bankrupt elite to the bloody battlefields of disorganized Russian military to the agrarian hardships of the beleaguered peasants.

And the acting is top notch across the board, but especially that of Paul Dano as the socially awkward but always sincere Pierre Bezukhov...


...who endures the devastating vagaries of life and triumphs in the end.

This one is definitely worth your time.

*Tolstoy considered Anna Karenina his first true novel.



And now, without even asking your permission, it's time to commit everyone's favorite recurring micro-aggression*...



it has ever been thus, but worse than ever now



same park where Karen's daughter *may* tie the knot



another reason I no longer fly



gorgeous foliage pic courtesy of Larry...looks like peak up north




missing summer already...from the KBH files



ditto



All Hallows E'en only at the St. James Infirmary:  The Bones Brothers


*micro-aggressions:  a fanciful array of petty infractions imagined by pathetic wimps who've never learned Life is a full contact sport. 




And that Dear Readers, brings us to the end of another foray into blogging excellence (take note: henceforth known as "blexcellence").

We trust your stay with us was satisfactory, and if your plans should ever call for stimulation of the cerebral cortex and unabashed incitement of adrenal hormonal activity, please keep it to yourself.

We run a respectable outfit here.



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