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Japanese class is getting difficult. We're working on counting items. Japanese has two different words for each number, like English (one two three, first second third) and learning the alternate one is difficult. Learning when to use which one is worse. Japanese also uses suffixes for counting, that convey information about the kind of item being counted, and the grouping distinctions are not always obvious. At the same time, we are also learning grammar and how to use those numbers to say things like "three blue t-shirts". We are also working on learning the second (of three) alphabets well enough that our teacher can use it in class: no more English letters.

Monty is still bleeding. I think she keeps licking the wound until it bleeds more. I keep running around the house wiping up blood. I just took a rug outside and oxycleaned it. Thankfully it's cloudless outside, only just above freezing but still so dry that the rug will be ready to come back in pretty quickly.
I turned off the house water supply and disassembled the hose spigot AGAIN, and put in the second washer that I've gotten that is supposedly the right sealing washer for this spigot. It isn't. To make it fit I had to trim it all the way around on the lathe. But at least it does appear to seal. That made using the hose a lot easier for washing the rug, and now I can take all the various little parts I've collected for trying to do that repair back downstairs where they belong, and repair the hole I cut in the library ceiling to get access to the inside plumbing for the spigot.

I need an administrative assistant.

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I came in from cleaning and organizing in the garage, and started picking up leaves the plumeria has dropped. There was a big long smear of blood on the floor. I'm all "oh, Monty, you're still bleeding?" I looked at her, and, nope, can't find enough blood to be dripping fresh blood.
So I look at my hands, and, hey, when I hit my hand into the sharp corner of the heatsink on the burnout oven I managed to gouge out a big chunk, so it was my blood.
Man, this house is like a permanent biohazard zone.

I filled up all the tires on the Triumph, checked the oil and water on it, consolidated about ten quarts of waste oil into two big containers, then filled both big trashcans with stuff from the garage and reorganized a whole bunch of it. The tablesaw is now usable, the table behind it is almost entirely clear, and I dumped a whole box of loose paper we'd saved for Pirate into the recycling. The garage is now about half as full of stuff, visually. The remaining items are going to be trickier. I also half-assembled the new table for the laser cutter that should be showing up any month now, and put what I now know is a crescent sash latch on the door of the burnout oven in the mad scientist hut. Crescent sash latches are nifty because they pull two things together as they close. People used them for decades as the latches for old windows, because they'd pull the window tight closed to the house. Well, that's what the burnout oven needs, and now it's, as far as I can tell, fully functional. It needs to have the electronics built into a box so there's no exposed 110V stuff. That's probably the next big project.

I'm exhausted and it's only early evening.