Ted’s essays

happy birthday

I celebrated mostly by taking a break from my established PRIORITY ORDER for the infinite ToDo list. Today, if it wasn’t particularly fun or really bugging me, it was off for the day.

Last autumn I had the evergreens shading our high-value, warming, southern exposure removed – or in three cases, turned into naked poles for future ham radio antennas. Several people have mentioned my “flag pole(s)” wondering what I am going to fly from it/them and when.

That particular idea has been churning around in my subconscious for quite some time.

What flag would I like to hoist at the entrance to our homestead?

Ideally, it would be the flag I designed and produced representing the Thomas Jefferson quotation, “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants”.

But I have not run across a custom flagmaker … or been inspired to research it to fruition. Jacket patches is as far as I took that idea.

I considered a Jolly Roger, a Gadsten flag and looked around for one about sailing, trombones, music, amateur radio, organic farming or other ideas that spoke to me and about me, us. Nothing practical came to pass.

Then in a magic moment, I tripped over high-quality, inexpensive checkered flags. OH YEAH! I cannot count the number of checkered flags that signaled the end of an exciting run … Laguna Seca, Sears Point, uncountable autocrosses … they all culminated with a checkered flag at the finish line.

After 16 years with Missy moving reliably every two years, I have crossed the finish line with the homestead we are now developing.

Arriving a day before promised, is A LOT OF WORK. I have a number of little concrete jobs I want done. Several are almost silly-small. Even an old guy can do concrete work – just not much of it – at a time. But mixing cement by hand quintuples the amount of work required. I researched and bought what I think is the most practical small-batch mixer on the market today.

BUT, it was not supposed to arrive until AFTER my birthday. Therefore, it remains unopened and semi-ignored.

Thanks to “permission” from my daughter-in-law, what I did treat myself to was on the forbidden dietary and budgetary agenda… but really nice.

Thank you, Sara