|This is as plush-furred an animal as you'll find. But please don't pet it!|
We are in some danger of running out of bats. White nose syndrome has been devastating and even waking them during hibernation can be a problem -- bats don't budget for much waking time in the cold months and can starve to death if they stir too often. In summer, they are Death From Above for many annoying flying insects, so unless you like skeeters, you should be kind to bats.)
Saturday, I went to the Indiana Historical Radio Society summer meet, and saw several friends. I came home with an isolation transformer and a variac, both in need of a little attention.
Tools Of The Trade, remarkable essays on hand tools: Taylor is a master carpenter, who writes as well as the best in The New Yorker. The result is one of the few books that teaches not only about tools and the work one can do with them, but a craftsman's attitude towards their use. This book made me a better woodworker and entertained me while so doing.*
From the IHRS to an antique mall in Westfield -- Tam might be amused by the cameras.
I have my doubts about the original-ness of the stencilling on this Sellers cabinet (a Hoosier-type baking center) but it's certainly attractive.
This pencil case (fully stocked!) was irresistible to me.
Or would you rather watch a movie?
On the subject of movies, I watched another Clifton Webb film Sunday, Mr. Scoutmaster, which is very much a piece with Robert A. Heinlein's stories featuring Boy Scouts only without the science-fictional content. A patriotic comedy with a sentimental, happy ending. Webb is cast as "Robert Jordan," a married, though childless, TV star; Mr. and Mrs. Jordan remind me a bit of Robert and Virginia Heinlein in the 1950s. (I almost didn't post this, as it could be controversial -- the famously-prissy Webb's private life was subject to speculation, though it is notable that nobody ever wrote a "tell-all." He was nearly married twice. Some straight actors thought he was gay; gay actors and playwrights apparently found him unattainable. His biographer is frankly uncertain. I suspect Clifton Webb was mostly in love with himself, which undoubtedly spared him no end of trouble. At any rate, the role he plays in the film is a straight arrow indeed.)
An interesting weekend.
* Yes, I went to the old-radio meet and found a woodworking book. I bought a Yankee screwdriver and shortwave (all-band, in fact) radio at a gun show; I bought reloading components at a hamfest. It happens.