At first glance, I thought this old magazine ad was suggesting that I should start a career in the exciting world of toilet seat repair. Back then, toilet seats were made of wood, and many were outdoors, so maybe they didn’t hold up as well as today’s plastic or lucite seats.
Still, people were self-sufficient, and could get this stuff in Mount Pilot, or just order it from the Sears catalog. I mean, it’s RIGHT THERE. Unless that page is missing.
Clearing some sticker bushes in the way back of our property, and dug up this HUGE shovel head. It must have been for moving… coal? sand? gravel? I don’t know… It would take a bigger man than me to use a shovel like that. Maybe it had something to do with the Green Giant. That dude gave me awful nightmares when I was little.
Just moving some dirt down by the creek, and look who turns up. Lovable green and wrinkly Yoda. Don’t know how long he had been in the dirt, but he is in pretty good shape…
… I ran him through the ultrasonic cleaner thing I got at a garage sale, maybe it loosened some of the dirt? Scrubbed him with my wife’s toothbrush (an old one) But he is still a little dirty, and I may have dinged him with the shovel.
I got this at one of those antique/cool junk malls yesterday. The idea in my head was to use it as part of a whimsical Rube Goldberg garden irrigation system, it didn’t have the little wooden tap so I didn’t realize it was actually a decanter from the 1970’s. Come to think of it, if someone partook of the evil weed, they could probably make a bong or a hookah? But I digress.
Posted it to the subreddit “What is this” and very quickly got an answer and a link. Decanter with spigot
I am thinking about getting a wooden tap for it and shellacking the heck out of that because it will be outside.
Doesn’t Amazon know, out of the tens of thousands of people getting Amazon packages in this particular style of box with the whimsical suggestion on it, at least one idiot is going to send the baby hurtling down the stairs?
I am not a pharmacist, but I think 3 grains is a lot. Then again, people didn’t usually visit the drugstore for a mere headache 100+ years ago, unless it was caused by a bullet crease or an axeident. (What they called an ax accident)
This was my dad’s ashtray that was next to his recliner, usually for cigar ashes. I remember when I was a kid, right around the time of the moon landing,
I got an Estes model rocket catalog in the mail. So I made a pitch to invest in some of these highly educational and inexpensive rockets. Dad took the catalog and looked at it for a few minutes, handed it back to me. He took a long pull on his cigar, looked at me and said the words I dreaded; “We’ll see.”
It is no wonder that I am not working for Raytheon or Rockwell as a highly skilled propulsion systems engineer.