Anderson Pulley Seals

Mumble years ago when I moved into the house, it got an energy go-over. There warn't no insulation almost everywhere, and the weatherstripping wuz not quite up to snuff either. They also put seals over the pulleys for the double hung windows, all of which seem to have taken it in the shorts over the ensuing years. Besides the constant googling for a door sweep to replace the mechanical one that died on the front door, I decided to check google to see if I could replace the pulley seals. Although it appears to be a local product, finding it isn't easy. There's a whole lotta folks out on this here internet that want to sell you whole new replacement windows, and not a twenty-five cent part. And I can completely understand wanting a whole new shiny window. (For one thing, you don't hafta clean the old one.) But, I've priced windows before, and unless I win the lottery or board up a whole lot of 'em, that ain't gonna happen. Pulley seals I thought I might just be able to spring for, and once I found the name, I started pricing. The local place ain't cheap, except for shipping. Some places sell 'em in lots, and if you got lots of windows, lots seems good. Some places sell 'em in brown and every place sells 'em in white. I put bags o' 25 pair o' white Anderson pulley seals in a bunch o' carts, added shipping, and, after recovering from the faint, found one place that had white and brown lots, in 5 piar and in 25 pair, and they only wanted one arm and half a leg for shipping. I got one white bag o' 25 and two brown bags of five pairs each, so I can replace one or two when they start getting smashed again. Now, back to that door sweep -- I kinda like one at Amazon...

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, erikvolson and vanaabegra.

Wot Day Is It Today?

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent to blow up King and Parliament.

Three score barrels were laid below to prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s mercy he was catch’d with a dark lantern and lighted match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip hoorah!


A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.

A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.

Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.

Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.

Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!

Guy Fawkes Day! Shamelessly Stolen from somewhere on the Internets. It's not much celebrated this side o' the pond for some odd reason; apparently it's political or something. The English ustta not like the Pope. We ustta not like the English (and the Pope), but I don't think we ever tried to blow anything up in England...

Every Time

I go into the kitchen, I'm amazed at how slow the day is going. Of course, Someone has ran around and changed all the clocks in the nether reaches of the house. I won't really get my lost hour back tomorrow...