Potato Gun
The potato gun that Son#1 built was active this weekend. It appears that 3 bags of potatoes met their demise as they were launched into fields, buildings, hog lots, yards, and anywhere else their trajectory carried them. The duds would dribble out, but the good shots would carry out of sight(1/8 mile?). The preferred propellant is AquaNet hairspray, so now our house smells like a hair salon for older women. The barrel gets sprayed with Pam for lubrication, and the potato must fit tightly to provide a good seal. After the chamber is filled with propellant and tightly capped, a spark igniter takes care of the detonation.
And potatoes fly.
And he made in Jerusalem engines, invented by cunning men, to be on the towers and upon the bulwarks, to shoot arrows and great stones withal. And his name spread far abroad; for he was marvellously helped, till he was strong.
2 Chronicles 26:15
posted by Old Farmer @ 9:33 PM
1 Comments:
The verse is quite interesting with the story. I love to read your blog, even though I sometimes get several times at once.
I appreciate you thoughts and wisdom. Hopefully the Lord will give me the grace to adopt some of Edison' sayings (I am sure you can figure out which one:).
Lots of things are happening here. Keep us in your prayers. We hope to go to West B. for Don's funeral. Life moves on whether we are ready or not. Thankfully God prepares us and directs us when we tend to not want to move! I love you. K.
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