Trajectories Converging – Old Tools

In the previous post I mentioned that much of the on-line presence of Venture Capital firms is unappealing to me, well they don’t work at Jurassic Park and have no need to appeal to dinosaurs. I am clearly not the intended audience nor would I fit any suitability criteria. There are a lot of things these days for which I am not in the intended audience. The great thing about daytime TV is you get age appropriate adverts for Seniors Life Insurance, Cruises, Cremation Plans and Incontinence Pants. There are a range of stair lifts and comfy chairs which assist you to stand at a grand a pop.

When we moved here we inherited a number of tools, a power washer, a heavy duty strimmer and a sit on mower. Each year they need just that bit more maintenance. We have nearly finished our first garden spring clean. The strimmer is getting very vibration heavy and the power washer had a weld fail on the jet-lance. These lances are around 80 euros. It would make more sense to get a power washer which is not coal fired and buy a modern one. The strimmer needs a bit more oomph than battery. The question is, “if we are leaving can we justify €2-300 for a new power washer or not?” If we downsize we will not need such a beast. Maybe it is simpler to rent one for a day. No more capex. The strimmer we need. I will use it spring summer and autumn. I can probably eke one or two more mows out of the sit on mower before taking it to the repair shop. That way we avoid the bottleneck of repairs which happens every year when people turn on their mowers for the first time. Turnaround time in March is six weeks; in late April it is three. This works between mows.

The old tools are perhaps telling us that it is time to move on, to pastures new.  Like us the tools are no longer spring chickens…

I get the feeling that the trajectories are converging towards a simple downsize and not a lot else. I can’t see any open doors.

At the moment the hedge guy is doing our hedges. They are massive. When he has finished we should be good to go for estate agent photos. We can see if anyone wants to buy or if we have an albatross.

It does not matter overly what my opinions are, nor what I may know. Certainly there are a lot of smart people in science and there is no need for the likes of me. There is no need, no demand. I am surplus.

It does look like the trajectories are converging and finding a minimum on the decision potential energy hypersurface. The dream rate has dropped. The subject matter is less mystical but the theme of retreat centre – teaching remains (ish).

I am due my second hip operation early summer. This means that, should they be able to get the pin from my prior hip repair out, I should have an operational left hip by autumn. I can’t really see me doing anything other than bimbling about in the house and garden in the near term. We shall try wallpapering for the first time soon!!

The signs for moving on seem to be increasing in frequency…

Now all we need is some clue as to where..


  • I had to add bimbling to the Word Dictionary.

Gandalf Likes Chicken Jalfrezi…

As part of the morning routine, I take any waste and the coffee grounds out to the composters. I usually leave the pot and the cafetiere there and go to check the marker / witness sticks around the pond. We need to get the coypu situation sorted before the lotuses start.

Yesterday I had some leftover chicken jalfrezi in a saucepan. The recipe contains turmeric, paprika and tomatoes. I left the saucepan on top of the composter and did my rounds. Now Gandalf is the young female stray cat. She is both grey and white and hence her name. Gandalf the grey battled the Balrog underground and as consequence was reborn as Gandalf the white. Her white fur is very white.

When I got back from my rounds, she was there on top of the composter with her head in the saucepan licking the jalfrezi sauce. She picked up some smears of yellow-orange sauce on her face. There is still some residual colour this morning. Turmeric can be difficult to shift. She seemed to like the jalfrezi. What about vindaloo? That remains to be seen.

As a result, I have had to change my routine and not leave pots on the composter.

This morning’s round reveals that the dastardly coypu twins have found / made a new hole in the fence. The witness sticks near that hole have been moved. The ones near the electric fence remain relatively untouched.

I have 25m of fencing with 2mm thick wire arriving later this week. This afternoon there is no rain and we are predicted the dizzy heights of 7 °C. So, I shall rewire the electric fence to be a four strand fence with 4-5 cm gaps between strands. I’ll popover into the swamp and the DMZ in the neighbouring wild and strim their side of the fence.

That means when the new fencing arrives, I am good to go…

Two Hour Coypu Fence Assault

Yesterday I made a temporoary repair to a new hole in the fence. Which you can see in the footage below.

The coypu twins arrived at 3:30 AM and were at the fence until 5:45 AM. I have forty 15 second clips of them chewing and digging.

Look at the size of the teeth on this little bugger.



The three strand electric fence has been disturbed and the witness sticks away from the fence near this corner have been moved.

My guess is they gave up on the wire fence and risked the electrice fence as dawn approached. Having been shocked they went in the pond away from the electricity.

I’ll probably put a fourth strand in the electric fence this afternoon.

The local farm store sells a battery operated electrificator which has 2.8 Joule pulses at ten thousand volts. That is more than a factor of ten higher…

Might be worth a hundred euros…

I have ordered some more fencing to repair where there are other holes.