Up at 330am to make waffle batter from scratch and then make the annual birthday waffles (cut into the shape of his age: 32) for my boy before he flew out at 7a. Haven't skipped a year and I damned sure wasn't going to miss it. Now I'm gonna go lay in a bed and die.
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Posted:
Feb 10, 2025 - 8:42pm
Isabeau wrote:
Go to a City Board of Adjusters meeting to get a variance for an 8 ft (instead of the code ok-d of 6ft) fence. Neighbors are 3 feet from property line and have security cameras installed under their eaves. I can see the cameras from a bedroom and bathroom. For six years I've lived with feeling watched and didn't know what else to do. My fence contractor (very reputable company) just neglected to mention I would need a special permit. These things happen. Neighbors called codes within a day of installation.
It's likely I'll get the variance - considering the circumstances, but for two whole months and $400 this has been hanging over my head. Waiting in a city government lobby, hour after hour, afraid to go to the bathroom because they may call your name, is not my idea of a fun afternoon.
A wee bit of schadenfreude however; my neighbor owns a construction company and found out he built his house too close to the property line, which is a code violation far worse than a fence.
Up at 330am to make waffle batter from scratch and then make the annual birthday waffles (cut into the shape of his age: 32) for my boy before he flew out at 7a. Haven't skipped a year and I damned sure wasn't going to miss it. Now I'm gonna go lay in a bed and die.
Up at 330am to make waffle batter from scratch and then make the annual birthday waffles (cut into the shape of his age: 32) for my boy before he flew out at 7a. Haven't skipped a year and I damned sure wasn't going to miss it. Now I'm gonna go lay in a bed and die.
Up at 330am to make waffle batter from scratch and then make the annual birthday waffles (cut into the shape of his age: 32) for my boy before he flew out at 7a. Haven't skipped a year and I damned sure wasn't going to miss it. Now I'm gonna go lay in a bed and die.
Go to a City Board of Adjusters meeting to get a variance for an 8 ft (instead of the code ok-d of 6ft) fence. Neighbors are 3 feet from property line and have security cameras installed under their eaves. I can see the cameras from a bedroom and bathroom. For six years I've lived with feeling watched and didn't know what else to do. My fence contractor (very reputable company) just neglected to mention I would need a special permit. These things happen. Neighbors called codes within a day of installation.
It's likely I'll get the variance - considering the circumstances, but for two whole months and $400 this has been hanging over my head. Waiting in a city government lobby, hour after hour, afraid to go to the bathroom because they may call your name, is not my idea of a fun afternoon.
A wee bit of schadenfreude however; my neighbor owns a construction company and found out he built his house too close to the property line, which is a code violation far worse than a fence.
Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at Gender:
Posted:
Feb 5, 2025 - 3:30pm
Jiggz wrote:
Oh, wow! Your dad was a watchmaker?
Old is not necessarily bad....,my Boley and Jacot lathes and some of my other tools belonged to a German watchmaker who fled Germany to avoid being drafted into Bismarck's army, settled and setup in Oxford, practised his trade there, had a family there and died there.
I bought some of his stuff from his grandson...works beautifully after I restored everything.
Some of my other tools were of a Belgian watchmaker who married another Belgian watchmaker, they moved to the Congo and lived and worked there, and subsequently moved to Cape Town and worked and died there. I bought my first tools from his daughter.
His picture hangs in my workshop, him as a young man of 29 at his workbench, dated on the back Bruxelles, 6 Julliet1922.
He watches me over my shoulder, while I have his tweezers or screwdrivers in my hand.
Currently, for every new, young person who enters the trade, 24 either retire or die out of the trade.
There is so much work. Perfection is still the goal.
The TAG Heuer Chronograph is running superbly.
The Longines ready for cleaning whilst I fix the Roborock for the second time.
Old is not bad.
Older is better!
He was a watchmaker and a gemologist after he got back from WWII. Mom would design and dad would make. They had a jewelry story for a bit in the 50âs.
Got another ¼ of the garden mapped out. Using Mel Bartholomew's Square Foot gardening technique, like I have for a couple of decades now. "Plant for the salad bowl, not the wheelbarrow."
Now, since we've got a break in the rain, getting seeds into about 32 sq ft of dirt. Bleh. This isn't mine but looks like it.
Nice. I was going through my dadâs watch repair equipment the other day. Everything is an antique now.
Oh, wow! Your dad was a watchmaker?
Old is not necessarily bad....,my Boley and Jacot lathes and some of my other tools belonged to a German watchmaker who fled Germany to avoid being drafted into Bismarck's army, settled and setup in Oxford, practised his trade there, had a family there and died there.
I bought some of his stuff from his grandson...works beautifully after I restored everything.
Some of my other tools were of a Belgian watchmaker who married another Belgian watchmaker, they moved to the Congo and lived and worked there, and subsequently moved to Cape Town and worked and died there. I bought my first tools from his daughter.
His picture hangs in my workshop, him as a young man of 29 at his workbench, dated on the back Bruxelles, 6 Julliet1922.
He watches me over my shoulder, while I have his tweezers or screwdrivers in my hand.
Currently, for every new, young person who enters the trade, 24 either retire or die out of the trade.
There is so much work. Perfection is still the goal.
The TAG Heuer Chronograph is running superbly.
The Longines ready for cleaning whilst I fix the Roborock for the second time.
Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at Gender:
Posted:
Feb 4, 2025 - 7:48am
Jiggz wrote:
1. Get this bloody TAG Heuer Chronograph finished....the most complicated thing I have ever worked on.
2. Start the restoration of a 1914 Longines pocket watch....
Nice. I was going through my dadâs watch repair equipment the other day. Everything is an antique now.
1. Get this bloody TAG Heuer Chronograph finished....the most complicated thing I have ever worked on.
2. Start the restoration of a 1914 Longines pocket watch....
