Yesterday I took the health and safety portion of the pesticide applicators license test. I took off work and took the test at the local community college. They have pretty tight security in the testing department. Frankly, it was more difficult putting my wallet keys hat and coat into the locker that it was taking the test. I actually had to read the instructions.
And I think I startled the nice ladies with my out-of-control hair. I'm really happy they didn't tell me I looked like a clown on the Simpsons.
I got an 83% on the test. They have trick questions.
I probably would've done better on the test but I was up sussing about where to find a good stylus for a M91e Shure cartridge.
When I got home, I got ready to put the Engine into the to 135. But I kept thinking about hooking up the RekoKut.
My daughter was done with softball practice by eight and I went into the house.
She was up for a test run. So I brought the turntable into the living room and hooked it up to my vintage Dynaco System that is supposed to be the entertainment center.
I found the kinks Kronicle album and we cranked up Victoria, until the Clapper thing that turns the lights on kept cycling.
We listen to the Kinks, The Cars, and a couple other albums. On the way to to school this morning she started singing, Waterloo station. She was impressed because she had been there.
I'm doing my best to create an odd and eccentric daughter
I'd love to have an applicators license, just so I could use creosote, but it just seems like it's not worth the effort.
ReplyDeleteMaybe we need more odd and eccentric people.
ReplyDeleteOne's only real goal is to help create good daughters. Boys get every door opened for them. My daughter, a bit older, wanted a dog. I suggested that she wait, perhaps not a good idea at this time. She has her own place. Tonight she brought a new dog home. I'm proud of her not listening to me.
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