Hmmm, It’s only one day every fore years that I may actually make a bonnifyed Leap Year statement. At a time like this these precious fe moments I may make a meaningful LY resolution. This one going like this, “I promise get back to what Her Mostess like best of me, my stories about her, including her, thoughts of her; I keep setting down these reasons for writing I’m bound to hit upon at least one good reason for retreating back into my silent story telling. Bone-appetite….
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Now if I can have a “do” day without even one think going wrong so’s I may get to the Post Office to purchase myself one those, “if it fits it ships boxes,” I can mail some of my old 5 ¼” floppies for daughter Fannae to down load onto either CD’s or CDR’s I will once again become a happy camper.
Gosh here I go again, like a little kid waiting for Christmas, I’m waiting for another gift. This time it the long lost writing my memories, nonsense, and my xxx rated science fiction story.
While the memories were truthful comedy and tragedy, the last one was way off in the future with horses had come back in vogue cheaply/relaxingly competing with fossil fuels, speedier ground transportation was moving on mania power stray voltage radiated provided by our electrical grid system installed our under road ways, and well kept beautiful women were hoisted higher upon their rightful pedestals. Oh that last part was the best parts. There were many the evening that on going story line could keep me up all hours the night.
Now, back to today! Obviously I’ve wakened to another day. I’ve taken my rattlers long ago. Outdoor temperature above free freezing. I’ve got a Hell of an itch half way up my spine bugging the be-jesus out of me. A-top my shoulders not only sits one of Herr Clink’s headache but seeing as it is my neck connected head aching vessel It is along with a many a miscellaneous joints complaining about the weather going to change for the worse. This brings up the question….”To take a couple super pain pills or not to take a couple the super pain pills?”
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For today’s one farm family’s day, I stayed in most the day. For starters I awoke with a headache I couldn’t shake. Secondly there was some question concerning my (privately) keeping my balance. Fillip also had a dusey of a headache. Only individual headache free was Her Mostess, and I attribute that to all the juice she’s been on, cherry juice. I bought and brought home a mixture of four bottles, I think it was about 10 days ago, and she’s drunk’em all. I lucked out enjoying only a single glass mixed with some ginger ale during that entire time.
I stayed by the fire almost all day rising late afternoon to check upon the ladies and bring in at least 1 wheelbarrow’s worth firewood for the night.
The weather continued to be nasty rain, sleet, drizzle, and heavy fog all day. Yup, it was one them dandy days to stay inside. I visited some old blogg sites I hadn’t looked into for some time. One place I looked into, in misery, a couple were already plowing garden space including roto-tilling it plus, a BIG plus, planting some their summer garden seeds. I‘d guess they ain’t checked their calendar lately? It ain’t Spring yet.
I know, I’m experiencing the same Spring fever myself. Our meager wood pile is looking like it’ll last out the heating season. That’s unreal! We’ve below freezing temps nightly and above those same freezing temps during the days. Venturing out has been working best while the ground resembles some sort of frozen crust to drive machinery on. Afternoon’s late driving’s a barnyard greasy adventure. This is enough info for this day. G-nite!
“Rainbow.”
Fernan
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Month’s almost over
“Twas another one of them every other one’s. The day for feeding my ladies one them full wrapped green fresh hay bales again for today and three more (to make one equivalent) for tomorrow’s dinning pleasure’s.
This’s what the feeding last scene looks like. In the for-ground an unguarded hay bale. There are three of them today. Way out yonder may e seen some nuisance boxes dear old Brother dumped out there for me to tend to getting rid of. Ass! Of the the left sitting several neatly put together doubled stuffed hay wrap filled boxes made use out of the mess DA Bro’ had thoughtfully dumped on me. (haha) those boxes have become my means of handling the extricated bale wrapping trash. (hoho) I had never had a thought his thoughtlessness could ever had been a benefit to me my further flung barnyard labors.
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Okay now onto the good stuff….
In a hurry to get out of here early for moving some far away hay into our yards was the 1st of today’s tasks gone awry. It was lunch time before we had gotten all the ladies and girls up and down this road fed. Then were were 2 1/2hrs loading the dairy hay-yard hay onto our wagon. Worst part of that scene was my getting a skid-steer stuck on top the wet clay just under the machine’s wheels. Had to use a snatch nylon strap move that troublesome loader over the ground out of a couple wet depressions.
Hay hauled home, having used a battery checking meter we found the Ollie battery under the Ollie deck bad. It figures! If anything’s going to go wrong, it surely will. Nut’s It couldn’t have been the easy battery exchange in front of the console.
Always a slow thinker from little up, I haven’t changed any during the intervening years. I’m still slow, only older. Okay I bought 2 truck batteries yesterday I’ve 2nd thought I don’t want put in this Ollie. So, only one battery bad (for now) I’d decided to purchase a replacement for the ill-one at the same place I had bought the 1st two yesterday. I hit the road. I had less than an hour to get there. Six miles from I blew the left front Ugly-truck’s tire. I car-umbra, what a mind blowing panic stricken ride I was hanging onto, near crapping my pants that ride that had instantly turned into. Ugly careened left into on-coming traffic, my pulling it back to my side the road with all the speed and deft hands I could muster. Meanwhile on-coming traffic doing a damned good job defensively driving swung wide their side of the road. Moments later truck slowed, under control I negotiated a left turn into the first open driveway I could negotiate without rolling Ugly over. It was no use stopping on the roadway to become an additional road traffic hazard changing that blown tire.
Stopped, out and the damage surveyed I call Fillip for back-up. I had left him home for wagon unloading and housework. He in-turn called Bro’ To transport himself, another tire and jack. I went to work working the lug-nuts off while I waited.
When that tire blew it also took some of Ugly’s fender with it.
To late to continue short journey, returning home I had seen where I left tire and rim tracks on the pavement. They weren’t a pretty site for a reminder as to what might have been a worse happening. Sheesh! One never knows, and in this case, how close. Okay, tomorrow’s another day…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
This’s what the feeding last scene looks like. In the for-ground an unguarded hay bale. There are three of them today. Way out yonder may e seen some nuisance boxes dear old Brother dumped out there for me to tend to getting rid of. Ass! Of the the left sitting several neatly put together doubled stuffed hay wrap filled boxes made use out of the mess DA Bro’ had thoughtfully dumped on me. (haha) those boxes have become my means of handling the extricated bale wrapping trash. (hoho) I had never had a thought his thoughtlessness could ever had been a benefit to me my further flung barnyard labors.
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Okay now onto the good stuff….
In a hurry to get out of here early for moving some far away hay into our yards was the 1st of today’s tasks gone awry. It was lunch time before we had gotten all the ladies and girls up and down this road fed. Then were were 2 1/2hrs loading the dairy hay-yard hay onto our wagon. Worst part of that scene was my getting a skid-steer stuck on top the wet clay just under the machine’s wheels. Had to use a snatch nylon strap move that troublesome loader over the ground out of a couple wet depressions.
Hay hauled home, having used a battery checking meter we found the Ollie battery under the Ollie deck bad. It figures! If anything’s going to go wrong, it surely will. Nut’s It couldn’t have been the easy battery exchange in front of the console.
Always a slow thinker from little up, I haven’t changed any during the intervening years. I’m still slow, only older. Okay I bought 2 truck batteries yesterday I’ve 2nd thought I don’t want put in this Ollie. So, only one battery bad (for now) I’d decided to purchase a replacement for the ill-one at the same place I had bought the 1st two yesterday. I hit the road. I had less than an hour to get there. Six miles from I blew the left front Ugly-truck’s tire. I car-umbra, what a mind blowing panic stricken ride I was hanging onto, near crapping my pants that ride that had instantly turned into. Ugly careened left into on-coming traffic, my pulling it back to my side the road with all the speed and deft hands I could muster. Meanwhile on-coming traffic doing a damned good job defensively driving swung wide their side of the road. Moments later truck slowed, under control I negotiated a left turn into the first open driveway I could negotiate without rolling Ugly over. It was no use stopping on the roadway to become an additional road traffic hazard changing that blown tire.
Stopped, out and the damage surveyed I call Fillip for back-up. I had left him home for wagon unloading and housework. He in-turn called Bro’ To transport himself, another tire and jack. I went to work working the lug-nuts off while I waited.
When that tire blew it also took some of Ugly’s fender with it.
To late to continue short journey, returning home I had seen where I left tire and rim tracks on the pavement. They weren’t a pretty site for a reminder as to what might have been a worse happening. Sheesh! One never knows, and in this case, how close. Okay, tomorrow’s another day…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, February 27, 2012
We’re betwixt-between….
….mud, snow, and ice; ice so heavy it is like rubbing into run aground ice bergs, make skid-steer loaders hardly the easiest machines to operate or drive around in he either frozen or mushy rut crise-crossing the hay yards here and around a couple corners.
Loading out eight bales this morning so difficult we opted out of a second load today, opting instead to find a couple rebuilt batteries. This we did running into the near side of Flint for a couple priced about 60% less moneys than a newly manufacture product.
Extra funds at a premium these days lost to exorbitant energy prices I picked up two batteries for use in both the Greeny and Ugly trucks this Spring. Meanwhile, these come lately batteries teamed will suffice to keep the 1850 Ollie an easy starter during the interim. Although by the time middle Spring rolls along I’ll replace them for a couple 70% higher priced deep-cycle new ones.
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Greatest single event today was a neighbor coming by showing Fillip and I how to remove that absolutely stubborn water pump fan. Halleluiah!
Tomorrow’s agenda I want to haul in another load hay before the later this week’s thaw falls upon us. Supposed to get down to 17*f tonight. A good freeze would be a welcomed event hardening up the hay-yard surfaces for easier skid-steer machine maneuvering both here and there.
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GD politicians and their crank lying calls bugging the absolute Hell out of me interrupting some what I considered very important conversations with my kids are a genuine pain in the arse. I get these damnable tones signaling another incoming phone call. I give my precious child the quick brush to be badgered by some dump-assed prerecorded message or a political telephone bank volunteer. I don’t know why they should want to bother me. They ain’t a one of the liars I either trust nor want to feel him getting richer off the labors of my tired back. Piiiiitht……..”
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Now, I’ll have to wait until tomorrow for some more delightful s fun.
Not quite enough done for the day I still must bring it to a close….for some zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Loading out eight bales this morning so difficult we opted out of a second load today, opting instead to find a couple rebuilt batteries. This we did running into the near side of Flint for a couple priced about 60% less moneys than a newly manufacture product.
Extra funds at a premium these days lost to exorbitant energy prices I picked up two batteries for use in both the Greeny and Ugly trucks this Spring. Meanwhile, these come lately batteries teamed will suffice to keep the 1850 Ollie an easy starter during the interim. Although by the time middle Spring rolls along I’ll replace them for a couple 70% higher priced deep-cycle new ones.
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Greatest single event today was a neighbor coming by showing Fillip and I how to remove that absolutely stubborn water pump fan. Halleluiah!
Tomorrow’s agenda I want to haul in another load hay before the later this week’s thaw falls upon us. Supposed to get down to 17*f tonight. A good freeze would be a welcomed event hardening up the hay-yard surfaces for easier skid-steer machine maneuvering both here and there.
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GD politicians and their crank lying calls bugging the absolute Hell out of me interrupting some what I considered very important conversations with my kids are a genuine pain in the arse. I get these damnable tones signaling another incoming phone call. I give my precious child the quick brush to be badgered by some dump-assed prerecorded message or a political telephone bank volunteer. I don’t know why they should want to bother me. They ain’t a one of the liars I either trust nor want to feel him getting richer off the labors of my tired back. Piiiiitht……..”
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Now, I’ll have to wait until tomorrow for some more delightful s fun.
Not quite enough done for the day I still must bring it to a close….for some zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, February 26, 2012
2-25-2012 Been Busy Be Beavers….
….under the shop’s snow covered roof the last couple days. After working upon the 1989 Chevy K1500 Greeny truck I now know why the repair shops ask for the big money for just replacing an engine. Gosh all crickets, What used to take me (us) twenty minutes to remove an engine during my old days, its taken Fillip and I the last couple days to remove each one and only it at a time these bolts in modern time. Plus do to modern automotive technology there a whale of a lot more of them. And then this machine’s got any number of shields plus quick assembly fasteners to figure out how to undo and/or remove them. Argh!
Of-course we started into this k-knocking engine removal all wrong in the hard way. What we took out some of the wrong bolts yesterday so today we had to put them back in. Then we found we needed a very special wrench to remove the radiator cooling fan. Something I’ll either have to borrow, rent, or make. Balderdash!
What minuscule headway we made I’ll take it, while I’m hopping this project will get easier. Like it took us all day including putting the bolts back we had finally gotten the radiator draining for over the night.
Work programs for tomorrow includes bringing more firewood into the house, grinding hay, and finding our way to haul in another heavy load of salvaged hay. Plus Tomorrow’s every other day double barreled feeding hay chores.
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Opps…2-26-2012.…Looks and reads like I’ve missed another timely dialogue journal entry. This’s the third day’s mumbling my what’s doing my corner Shorthorn country.
Okay so it’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting here trying to remember what I wanted to write that what had come to my mind some hours ago. Okay, I’ve confessed that much. Want more? I can’t remember if it were even important to me let alone profound enough to record and keep. Now, I’m laughing at (with) myself wondering if this is perhaps even partially correct a body loosing its mind. I sometimes wonder where somewhere inside my cranium I haven’t set it aside and forgotten where I had laid and left it?
So from here on from where do I let my absent mind wander and wonder? Isn’t life great when w do self analyzing and declare the rest of the world nuts? (grin) I think I’ve just discovered something, only pray tell what it was or even be?
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Well, looks like I’ve come this far. Now if Sneak would only join me we’ll get outside and try and frighten a real sunny day. It’s certainly cold enough out there for a several mile drive an open station tractor to haul home some second class hay. With keeping some mind full sensibility this means well bundling one’s self for the trip, and a cold arsed trip it‘ll be!!!.
More upon this open minded moment of discovery later……..
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…..it’s later still later.
We got the animals fed for the next two days. The grain’s been ground using stock barreled reserves. Being Sunday this was one them days we I try to keep some reserves on hand.
The ground grain spotted, next task was bring alive a 1850 Ollie for bringing hay out of the neighbors hay yard. As I had expected the batteries were cold dead. Putting the heavy-duty charger on it (them batteries) we went up the road to check on another neighbor with troubles their own while the Ollie was supposed to be healing itself. While we waited we put these people together with another neighbor who had the means to help them out. Vundaba! My going back up to the farm for Ollie problem found Fillip had forgotten to open fuel valve, so we were an hour priming the Ollie so it’d start again. Eventually Ollie running no time to haul more hay today we went down into the creek bottom to pull out a neighbors buried loader in some custom stirred mud. That was fun. Chain near useless we finally brought it out with a 3” nylon tow strap. Then some thing went wrong with the rescued loaders front wheel, the poor thing looking cross-eyed. Nuts! That problem solved only to the extent the machine’s sitting on top the ground instead of down in it.
Well now the 1850 tractor’s here now. A little tinkering we’ll use it tomorrow for bringing the hay purchases out to were we may hook on to it to truck the load home.
Home late, Having to wait an hour after rattlers, I settled for a can of chicken noodle soup poured over cornbread a nd then nuked to the best flavoring warmth for eating. Supper over with wanting something to drink I mixed 50/50 cherry juice with ginger ail. By golly when that mixture hit my taste buds it was a my head on my neck snapper.
G-nite… Tis bed time….zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
….under the shop’s snow covered roof the last couple days. After working upon the 1989 Chevy K1500 Greeny truck I now know why the repair shops ask for the big money for just replacing an engine. Gosh all crickets, What used to take me (us) twenty minutes to remove an engine during my old days, its taken Fillip and I the last couple days to remove each one and only it at a time these bolts in modern time. Plus do to modern automotive technology there a whale of a lot more of them. And then this machine’s got any number of shields plus quick assembly fasteners to figure out how to undo and/or remove them. Argh!
Of-course we started into this k-knocking engine removal all wrong in the hard way. What we took out some of the wrong bolts yesterday so today we had to put them back in. Then we found we needed a very special wrench to remove the radiator cooling fan. Something I’ll either have to borrow, rent, or make. Balderdash!
What minuscule headway we made I’ll take it, while I’m hopping this project will get easier. Like it took us all day including putting the bolts back we had finally gotten the radiator draining for over the night.
Work programs for tomorrow includes bringing more firewood into the house, grinding hay, and finding our way to haul in another heavy load of salvaged hay. Plus Tomorrow’s every other day double barreled feeding hay chores.
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Opps…2-26-2012.…Looks and reads like I’ve missed another timely dialogue journal entry. This’s the third day’s mumbling my what’s doing my corner Shorthorn country.
Okay so it’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting here trying to remember what I wanted to write that what had come to my mind some hours ago. Okay, I’ve confessed that much. Want more? I can’t remember if it were even important to me let alone profound enough to record and keep. Now, I’m laughing at (with) myself wondering if this is perhaps even partially correct a body loosing its mind. I sometimes wonder where somewhere inside my cranium I haven’t set it aside and forgotten where I had laid and left it?
So from here on from where do I let my absent mind wander and wonder? Isn’t life great when w do self analyzing and declare the rest of the world nuts? (grin) I think I’ve just discovered something, only pray tell what it was or even be?
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Well, looks like I’ve come this far. Now if Sneak would only join me we’ll get outside and try and frighten a real sunny day. It’s certainly cold enough out there for a several mile drive an open station tractor to haul home some second class hay. With keeping some mind full sensibility this means well bundling one’s self for the trip, and a cold arsed trip it‘ll be!!!.
More upon this open minded moment of discovery later……..
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…..it’s later still later.
We got the animals fed for the next two days. The grain’s been ground using stock barreled reserves. Being Sunday this was one them days we I try to keep some reserves on hand.
The ground grain spotted, next task was bring alive a 1850 Ollie for bringing hay out of the neighbors hay yard. As I had expected the batteries were cold dead. Putting the heavy-duty charger on it (them batteries) we went up the road to check on another neighbor with troubles their own while the Ollie was supposed to be healing itself. While we waited we put these people together with another neighbor who had the means to help them out. Vundaba! My going back up to the farm for Ollie problem found Fillip had forgotten to open fuel valve, so we were an hour priming the Ollie so it’d start again. Eventually Ollie running no time to haul more hay today we went down into the creek bottom to pull out a neighbors buried loader in some custom stirred mud. That was fun. Chain near useless we finally brought it out with a 3” nylon tow strap. Then some thing went wrong with the rescued loaders front wheel, the poor thing looking cross-eyed. Nuts! That problem solved only to the extent the machine’s sitting on top the ground instead of down in it.
Well now the 1850 tractor’s here now. A little tinkering we’ll use it tomorrow for bringing the hay purchases out to were we may hook on to it to truck the load home.
Home late, Having to wait an hour after rattlers, I settled for a can of chicken noodle soup poured over cornbread a nd then nuked to the best flavoring warmth for eating. Supper over with wanting something to drink I mixed 50/50 cherry juice with ginger ail. By golly when that mixture hit my taste buds it was a my head on my neck snapper.
G-nite… Tis bed time….zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Day almost Lost
Went with Juan this morning for kitchen pick ups. That shot the morning. His very afternoon the snows we had over night melted off the equipment I wanted in shop melted away, Fillip and I put them in the shop. Easiest part of the whole day the 4010JD without muss’r’fuss started right up to do as I had it’s running expected. That old 10a 12v charger had done its all night on job, as expected. Surveying the machines the JD looks like an easy fix. Just opening Greeny’s hood, my just peering under it traumatized me. A headache coming on (likely just thinking about it) I excused us in lew of visiting the local District Library Branch, a different one this time. And, this time I copied 18 pages out of a Chilton motor manual how to remove a 1998 chevy pickup engine. Well now, I’ve got three sets of instructions from three different sources. I ought to be able understand at least one of them? I get the holes punched and put all them sheets into a three ring binder those pages will be ready to go.
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So warm today, this crazy Michigan Winter weather, saw some of these guys out walking around.
It’s my guess they are avoiding flying for fear their wings icing . (big grin)
The single most impotent accomplishment all day, maybe two, Getting the machines in ahead of Winter Storm Warning’s KAOS, was one and taking a nap for the headache was the other.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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So warm today, this crazy Michigan Winter weather, saw some of these guys out walking around.
It’s my guess they are avoiding flying for fear their wings icing . (big grin)
The single most impotent accomplishment all day, maybe two, Getting the machines in ahead of Winter Storm Warning’s KAOS, was one and taking a nap for the headache was the other.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
2-22-2012 Today’s Fun Times
It started out a great day in the morning. First thing we had to do was check all these gals meals and wheel in some fresh baled vittles. My having had to come back to take care my daily constitutional, I left Fillip to take care of the little Shorthorn lasses down the road. About the time he got back I was out and we took on unwrapping (opening) a fully wrapped as fresh as Spring time hay bale putting it in a hay ring right behind the barn. Got to add this first thing in the morning feeding is the only way to do it. The ground nice and frosty crisp there’s none of us slipping and sliding in this daily effort while keeping the groves between our boots cleats unpacked mud clear cleaner.
Finally getting down to the shop we more or less finished the Oil-House assembly taking care of some those last minute details. Swept the new floor out. Then we slowly commenced to move some goods out of the shop into it to see how the 5-gal lubes would fit.
Yup, as I had visioned the useful space under the low wide shelf two five gallon cans high two deep nicely fit under that shelf. My first hand built Azzkicker* fitted well just in-side right side the entry door. The second generation azzkicker nicely fitted out of the way upon the far end of the big shelf. Fillips fuel oil space salamander like space heater also had it’s space in the Oil-House when we weren’t needing it. This all well and good, but I’m already seeing a problem coming up. I’m afraid we’re going to run out of space long before the building’s filed without leftover space.
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Moving on, the shop also swept clean, after some to Oil-House toting, it were time start the 4010 JD and move it and the Greeny truck into the shop. Well it was a good idea at the time. Only, the JD refused to start even with the heavy-duty charger/jumper on it. The day coming to a workday end we left the JD in the company of an all-night 10 amp charger on its batteries.
Looking back in my rearview mirror, motoring home, I saw behind us a mild mannered yellow-orange sundown. Even the weather man had said we wouldn’t have snow until late Thursday’s afternoon’r’early-evening. We’ll be more’an ready for tomorrow’s offerings.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
*Azzkicer’s my generic name for a remote controlled 17 gauge wire gate opener/closer.
Finally getting down to the shop we more or less finished the Oil-House assembly taking care of some those last minute details. Swept the new floor out. Then we slowly commenced to move some goods out of the shop into it to see how the 5-gal lubes would fit.
Yup, as I had visioned the useful space under the low wide shelf two five gallon cans high two deep nicely fit under that shelf. My first hand built Azzkicker* fitted well just in-side right side the entry door. The second generation azzkicker nicely fitted out of the way upon the far end of the big shelf. Fillips fuel oil space salamander like space heater also had it’s space in the Oil-House when we weren’t needing it. This all well and good, but I’m already seeing a problem coming up. I’m afraid we’re going to run out of space long before the building’s filed without leftover space.
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Moving on, the shop also swept clean, after some to Oil-House toting, it were time start the 4010 JD and move it and the Greeny truck into the shop. Well it was a good idea at the time. Only, the JD refused to start even with the heavy-duty charger/jumper on it. The day coming to a workday end we left the JD in the company of an all-night 10 amp charger on its batteries.
Looking back in my rearview mirror, motoring home, I saw behind us a mild mannered yellow-orange sundown. Even the weather man had said we wouldn’t have snow until late Thursday’s afternoon’r’early-evening. We’ll be more’an ready for tomorrow’s offerings.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
*Azzkicer’s my generic name for a remote controlled 17 gauge wire gate opener/closer.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
A Fence’s Damnation
I hate fences. Not only do they keep us in. They also keep others out. A most inhospitable contrivance ever invented.
Winter soil’s temporary frozen. This my homemade alternative winter used fence post.
Takes two these bargained for bales to equal one of my well made’s soundly stowed. My ladies are fed two of these every other day with a bale of either mine or recently purchased wrapped choicest hays all the days in between.
This is what we reworked a couple Winter fences for. Then it was a blast coaxing the ladies out and away from their beloved present Winter’s feeding area. That’s up until today. Determined resorting coaxing and closing the ladies out of the there last pasture they were in, took a few minutes. Never seen (known) so a handful untrusting females timidly following me to their newly opened dinning area. Complainers the whole lot of them. It took the opening a small square bale to tease them along out the man made oriented cow lane to a very special area where the un-eatened humus may rot, settle making new topsoil, and grow new plant life.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Winter soil’s temporary frozen. This my homemade alternative winter used fence post.
Takes two these bargained for bales to equal one of my well made’s soundly stowed. My ladies are fed two of these every other day with a bale of either mine or recently purchased wrapped choicest hays all the days in between.
This is what we reworked a couple Winter fences for. Then it was a blast coaxing the ladies out and away from their beloved present Winter’s feeding area. That’s up until today. Determined resorting coaxing and closing the ladies out of the there last pasture they were in, took a few minutes. Never seen (known) so a handful untrusting females timidly following me to their newly opened dinning area. Complainers the whole lot of them. It took the opening a small square bale to tease them along out the man made oriented cow lane to a very special area where the un-eatened humus may rot, settle making new topsoil, and grow new plant life.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, February 20, 2012
Presidents Day
The earth extra crispy this morning Fillip and I went looking and hauling hay rejects from the near by neighboring dairy farm. Their yonder hay yard frozen over I managed an extra heavy load eight wrapped hay bales. Now we need fix that special place to feed them out free choice.
Making up a small shop list to do’s we we finished up the morning hauling in another load shelled corn. Swinging by the second elevator for a weight slip and a couple sacks calf primer the fall calves are being about to be weaned off their mothers. Then it were lunch time.
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Our empty appetites replenished with our list in hand we frighten the shop into worrying what we were about to do to it. First thin I took picture my swinging barn door holder opener hardware, as I had promised and from a couple slightly different angles. Believe this, I was told it‘d never have worked.
Then as I worked on finishing the Oil-House shelving, nothing fancy, really liberated roadside cast-aways; Fillip extricated the little emergency farm generator and thee gasoline engine powered air compressor. These machines reassigned sitting in waiting places we’ started making more shop space liberating some long lost space cluttered with flammable fluids.
This new shed can also house the infamous azzkickers
We get that Oil-House swept out we can commence to move a lot of serious five gallon lubricants into it. The paint supplies can wait a day or two, these moves to fill another wise slow day or a stalled out mind (mine).
Our next urgency involve moving the Greeny truck and the 4010JD onto the shop’s work floor.
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When 5:00 PM rolled onto us it was time I was thinking to come home. While my stamina held out exceptionally well today, it was about half way through our evening chores my energy just seemed to have instantly run out. I chose to come in leaving Fillip to close the gate after himself. Now that I’m firmly settled in my chair, I don’t care whether I were to move again this entire evening for anything.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Making up a small shop list to do’s we we finished up the morning hauling in another load shelled corn. Swinging by the second elevator for a weight slip and a couple sacks calf primer the fall calves are being about to be weaned off their mothers. Then it were lunch time.
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Our empty appetites replenished with our list in hand we frighten the shop into worrying what we were about to do to it. First thin I took picture my swinging barn door holder opener hardware, as I had promised and from a couple slightly different angles. Believe this, I was told it‘d never have worked.
Then as I worked on finishing the Oil-House shelving, nothing fancy, really liberated roadside cast-aways; Fillip extricated the little emergency farm generator and thee gasoline engine powered air compressor. These machines reassigned sitting in waiting places we’ started making more shop space liberating some long lost space cluttered with flammable fluids.
This new shed can also house the infamous azzkickers
We get that Oil-House swept out we can commence to move a lot of serious five gallon lubricants into it. The paint supplies can wait a day or two, these moves to fill another wise slow day or a stalled out mind (mine).
Our next urgency involve moving the Greeny truck and the 4010JD onto the shop’s work floor.
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When 5:00 PM rolled onto us it was time I was thinking to come home. While my stamina held out exceptionally well today, it was about half way through our evening chores my energy just seemed to have instantly run out. I chose to come in leaving Fillip to close the gate after himself. Now that I’m firmly settled in my chair, I don’t care whether I were to move again this entire evening for anything.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Multi-Day
Hey, hey, hey, started my day continuing to put he Oil house together, particularly all the door holder opener hardware I had fashioned yesterday. It took awhile plus a couple slight modifications, nothing serious nor any to complicated, and when I had finished it worked perfectly well just as I had imagined. Then I forgot to take a picture of it. (grown) Moving right along I managed to cut filler piece for the back of the Oil-House floor. Then turned my attention towards the building’s north side wall shelves. The clock racing us, out distancing us our time we had to leave them unfinished for another day. Our navels hollering for subsistence to pack some spacing between that noisy navel and the back-bone it was time to lunch. My calling Bro’ to remind him, he picked Frieda and myself up to run into Davidson for Donna’s family visitation.
More importantly I wanted to go pay my respects to Donna, our neighbor, Handy’s mother, her grandson, her passing death just this last Tuesday. I’ve heard her talk about her girls and I was pleased to meet and see all of them. A nice lot of them they were. Most of them calling me Mr. Whiskers as I walked in.
Seems, Donna not knowing (nor remembering) my name had called me Mr. Whiskers when ever she’d heard me coming along the road, “Here comes Mr. Whiskers heading home the end his day.” she had said. These last years her ambling about the house having become rather limited She’d gotten to know the sounds of the trucks, tractors and implements coming up or going down this road. Bless her resting heart. She’s no longer in pain. She’s found peace.
Picture or pictures mystery hardware tomorrow.
So, this was my (we)(our) day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan ……. aka Mr. Whiskers
More importantly I wanted to go pay my respects to Donna, our neighbor, Handy’s mother, her grandson, her passing death just this last Tuesday. I’ve heard her talk about her girls and I was pleased to meet and see all of them. A nice lot of them they were. Most of them calling me Mr. Whiskers as I walked in.
Seems, Donna not knowing (nor remembering) my name had called me Mr. Whiskers when ever she’d heard me coming along the road, “Here comes Mr. Whiskers heading home the end his day.” she had said. These last years her ambling about the house having become rather limited She’d gotten to know the sounds of the trucks, tractors and implements coming up or going down this road. Bless her resting heart. She’s no longer in pain. She’s found peace.
Picture or pictures mystery hardware tomorrow.
So, this was my (we)(our) day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan ……. aka Mr. Whiskers
Saturday, February 18, 2012
We’ve got snow
Looking out my morning window it looks like Winter.
Not sure it’ll last long. Forecasts call for more warming. Yeah right, just what I need, guaranteed moisture laddened mud. Sheesh, it was shirt sleeves yesterday turned snow-shovels, scarf and mittens for today.
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If I should possess a good dose of ambition this morning I’d like to finish up all those minuscule Oil House unfinished odds and ends this morning. Ten start moving in the gas compressor, the gasoline generator close to the building’s door making them much handier should we need one or the other of them in field or emergency use. Then follows all the cussed 5 gallon buckets of oil and grease lubricants, plus transporting fuel cans. Getting these bigger things out of the shop will bw a big help making us more floor space room for a couple new machines plus opening additional area for more than one large project at a time.
Oh, I know, I’m repeating myself. Doing this, I see myself finally getting some of these things at long last done!
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With a whole lot of fresh wet snow and some stiff breezes to blow my stink away I sort-a laid low this morning. By the time I made the shop I was more interested in trying my prowess designing and making an unimaginable non-existent hold the barn door open hardware. Well, the hardware is fashion (made). Still needed I a piece of lumber for mounting the latching end of the rather interestingly tri-directional bends on the working end of a single 4 foot length the longest heaviest working single component for my pure country innovation. All the parts made I’m anxious to finish its installation tomorrow for the working test.
On my way home Ugly coughed, sputtered and other wise wanted to stall. Made it home however. It may be running out of gas. The JD needing fuel also looks like a refueling day coming up for tomorrow. I’ve cans of gas for JD. Need take Ugly to a filling station. To make the trip count must pick up latest new prescription as well as some household milk. And, Monday I must re-supply the shelled corn supplies. To keep the week busy I’ll be riding shotgun with Juan for our monthly Tuesday and Thursday’s optional grub gatherings.
Here it is already nearing my deep night’s sleepy time creeping up on me. Even an uncontrolled yawn is dictating my nightly slumbering surmise.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Not sure it’ll last long. Forecasts call for more warming. Yeah right, just what I need, guaranteed moisture laddened mud. Sheesh, it was shirt sleeves yesterday turned snow-shovels, scarf and mittens for today.
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If I should possess a good dose of ambition this morning I’d like to finish up all those minuscule Oil House unfinished odds and ends this morning. Ten start moving in the gas compressor, the gasoline generator close to the building’s door making them much handier should we need one or the other of them in field or emergency use. Then follows all the cussed 5 gallon buckets of oil and grease lubricants, plus transporting fuel cans. Getting these bigger things out of the shop will bw a big help making us more floor space room for a couple new machines plus opening additional area for more than one large project at a time.
Oh, I know, I’m repeating myself. Doing this, I see myself finally getting some of these things at long last done!
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With a whole lot of fresh wet snow and some stiff breezes to blow my stink away I sort-a laid low this morning. By the time I made the shop I was more interested in trying my prowess designing and making an unimaginable non-existent hold the barn door open hardware. Well, the hardware is fashion (made). Still needed I a piece of lumber for mounting the latching end of the rather interestingly tri-directional bends on the working end of a single 4 foot length the longest heaviest working single component for my pure country innovation. All the parts made I’m anxious to finish its installation tomorrow for the working test.
On my way home Ugly coughed, sputtered and other wise wanted to stall. Made it home however. It may be running out of gas. The JD needing fuel also looks like a refueling day coming up for tomorrow. I’ve cans of gas for JD. Need take Ugly to a filling station. To make the trip count must pick up latest new prescription as well as some household milk. And, Monday I must re-supply the shelled corn supplies. To keep the week busy I’ll be riding shotgun with Juan for our monthly Tuesday and Thursday’s optional grub gatherings.
Here it is already nearing my deep night’s sleepy time creeping up on me. Even an uncontrolled yawn is dictating my nightly slumbering surmise.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, February 17, 2012
Sunny Day
The sun shinned, the day rolled along without incident. So sunny a day I worked in my shirt sleeves sans gloves. So nice out I caught a glimpse of this big fat field mouse who looked as it’d been eating pretty good. It’s surprising whom all a body might meet while that body’s out getting a bit if of the Winter’s sun.
Shop time we picked up the floor some. Moved the Oil House door’s materials into shop. In the shop I made the door. Here’s what it looks like hanging. Now we can start moving in all those oils and paints I want out of the shop. It’s not finished yet. Perhaps tomorrow.
Rat now I want the Greeny truck and the 4010JD moved into the shop before the next weather moves in (or over us).
Some haying talk today may see me moving an 1850 Ollie over to the dairy farm for ferrying the hay-wagon over this Winter’s mud in and out of the yonder busy farm’s hay yard.
For now, My tricked upon my financial woes story has to again take a back seat to my evening’s rest and urge to sleep. The story telling has become a little more involved once I had gotten into it. It seems some of my memory cells have awakened allowing me to remember more than I had bargained for with the start of my telling the story. Rat now rest called for I’m calling this writing any more of any kind quits for the next 10 hours or so.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Shop time we picked up the floor some. Moved the Oil House door’s materials into shop. In the shop I made the door. Here’s what it looks like hanging. Now we can start moving in all those oils and paints I want out of the shop. It’s not finished yet. Perhaps tomorrow.
Rat now I want the Greeny truck and the 4010JD moved into the shop before the next weather moves in (or over us).
Some haying talk today may see me moving an 1850 Ollie over to the dairy farm for ferrying the hay-wagon over this Winter’s mud in and out of the yonder busy farm’s hay yard.
For now, My tricked upon my financial woes story has to again take a back seat to my evening’s rest and urge to sleep. The story telling has become a little more involved once I had gotten into it. It seems some of my memory cells have awakened allowing me to remember more than I had bargained for with the start of my telling the story. Rat now rest called for I’m calling this writing any more of any kind quits for the next 10 hours or so.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, February 16, 2012
2-16-2012 Cat, Stats…
The cat Stats from time to time decides to take over my lap and of-course I’m not always instantaneously pleased to absorb his devotion; and, I mean devotion. Bigger than a football, maybe even as large as a slightly over-sized breadbox he can be more than a handful. Then to totally show me his devotion all four his corners are devastatingly sharp. I don’t know what triggers his (or any cat) loving impulse but my sitting in my morning chair bare legged between Stats pawing as if in a softening motion and add to this his opening and closing his paws, on my naked flesh, those nails of his near has myself wanting to claw the ceiling his unappreciated loving antics. While I’ve suffered no mortal wounds, still when he’s got all four feet going my flesh feels like I’m being pin pricked in a couple waves of syncopated needles exploring my hide for durability. Sheesh! I do wish while it’s nice to have a loving lap sitter to share its love with me does it have to feel like my returned love is being tested as to how much needled punishment I may endure?
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Some shop time, while Fillip took something apart, I attempted to clean some unnecessary trash off the top my toolbox for ratchets, ‘n’ the six plus strips of sockets, and then tried to logically reorganize my expanded toolbox‘s drawers. Key word this last line is “tried.” I’m sure there’ll be some more changes made, but for now I’ve enough drawers to put my wrenches into.
Saw the saw-bones specialist this afternoon. We talk more informatively this our making some very collectively headway over the causes this time and spoke of tried and new treatments for my lightening striking headaches. My even able to include some of my Chiropractic adventures. (I wonder could these little episodes be minnie epileptic seizures?)
After some discussion Doc wired me and hit me with some hot voltages looking for nerve responses. When he’d finished his prognosis, I’ve got a whole bunch of pinched nerve damage. Surgery was an unlikely solution that’d be of little real help in the end and frowned on. He wrote me another prescription to try and suggested I keep doing whatever else helps: keeping busy, sitting upon my collective cushions, and chiropractic visits.
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On our way home, we stopped by the county library for me some dis-assembly/reassembly engine modifications printed instructions the Greeny truck.
Next stop, the Crossroads hardware for Oil-House door hinge bolts
A last stop, I took us for a drive over to a very large dairy concern (same place I had been to a few days ago) to see what hay I could gleam (deal for) to feed my ladies. Made out alright, It’ll be even better if the ground will harden up with a good freeze so‘s I can get into it and back out with several loads.
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Back home after a busy day out and about we’re reminded my Ladies hadn’t been fed. So it was cut the wrap and plastic twine and move a fresh smelling summer bale out to the ladies feeder. Inside the house my day was done.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
PS: The con artist’s story’s coming…..
The cat Stats from time to time decides to take over my lap and of-course I’m not always instantaneously pleased to absorb his devotion; and, I mean devotion. Bigger than a football, maybe even as large as a slightly over-sized breadbox he can be more than a handful. Then to totally show me his devotion all four his corners are devastatingly sharp. I don’t know what triggers his (or any cat) loving impulse but my sitting in my morning chair bare legged between Stats pawing as if in a softening motion and add to this his opening and closing his paws, on my naked flesh, those nails of his near has myself wanting to claw the ceiling his unappreciated loving antics. While I’ve suffered no mortal wounds, still when he’s got all four feet going my flesh feels like I’m being pin pricked in a couple waves of syncopated needles exploring my hide for durability. Sheesh! I do wish while it’s nice to have a loving lap sitter to share its love with me does it have to feel like my returned love is being tested as to how much needled punishment I may endure?
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Some shop time, while Fillip took something apart, I attempted to clean some unnecessary trash off the top my toolbox for ratchets, ‘n’ the six plus strips of sockets, and then tried to logically reorganize my expanded toolbox‘s drawers. Key word this last line is “tried.” I’m sure there’ll be some more changes made, but for now I’ve enough drawers to put my wrenches into.
Saw the saw-bones specialist this afternoon. We talk more informatively this our making some very collectively headway over the causes this time and spoke of tried and new treatments for my lightening striking headaches. My even able to include some of my Chiropractic adventures. (I wonder could these little episodes be minnie epileptic seizures?)
After some discussion Doc wired me and hit me with some hot voltages looking for nerve responses. When he’d finished his prognosis, I’ve got a whole bunch of pinched nerve damage. Surgery was an unlikely solution that’d be of little real help in the end and frowned on. He wrote me another prescription to try and suggested I keep doing whatever else helps: keeping busy, sitting upon my collective cushions, and chiropractic visits.
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On our way home, we stopped by the county library for me some dis-assembly/reassembly engine modifications printed instructions the Greeny truck.
Next stop, the Crossroads hardware for Oil-House door hinge bolts
A last stop, I took us for a drive over to a very large dairy concern (same place I had been to a few days ago) to see what hay I could gleam (deal for) to feed my ladies. Made out alright, It’ll be even better if the ground will harden up with a good freeze so‘s I can get into it and back out with several loads.
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Back home after a busy day out and about we’re reminded my Ladies hadn’t been fed. So it was cut the wrap and plastic twine and move a fresh smelling summer bale out to the ladies feeder. Inside the house my day was done.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
PS: The con artist’s story’s coming…..
2-15-2012 “What will be….
First off I had to grind today. Whoopppeee! That was handled easily enough before lunch. Lunch not-quite finished Bro’ calls. He’s bringing me a load of green wrapped hay. Needs to be unloaded. “Hang around.” Meanwhile I fed the ladies here and the girls just down the road.
The well wrapped hay unloaded:
Better late than never we made it to the shop. Not enough time to drag out the Oil House tools Fillip and I worked at picking up tools, and generally putting all manner of clutter away, attempting the clean up the shop. We keep this up we may just have room to bring in the Greeny truck and the 4010 JD side by side.
Hey, hey, hey!!! The very top my stacked tool boxes cleared of clutter and otherwise lost sockets, drives, and ratchets; I wondered where all the incidental trash had come from.
Best part of afternoon was, with Keith’s help, seeing my mechanic’s tool storage facility reconfigured with the additional set of drawers placed into a serviceable arrangement with the other three pieces. Next time I get around to cleaning out the conglomeration of useless junk I may just gain at least a couple more (maybe even three more) useful drawers for actually used wrenches (per say).
Worst part of the early evening, on our way’s home, stopping by Handy’s home (he’d died just this last fall leaving one 14 yr old son and his mother behind) his mother had passed away 25 minutes before we’d stopped there. The nice lady that she was I’m guessing was aged 88yrs. Her grandson has been directed by his aunt he’ll be living with her. This kid has had a very upsetting year. It’s quite understandable he’s beside himself. May I say I pray his mother never gets him. He’s enough problems as it is to have to endure her sleazy degenerate minded influence.
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Lucky me. Tomorrow’s going to be another busted up medical appointment’s day. For rat now it’s to late, I’m too tired, I’m calling it another day in Sunny Shorthorn country (well, at least for today). The rest of this written line I’ve got to say it for now, “Good night.”
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
The well wrapped hay unloaded:
Better late than never we made it to the shop. Not enough time to drag out the Oil House tools Fillip and I worked at picking up tools, and generally putting all manner of clutter away, attempting the clean up the shop. We keep this up we may just have room to bring in the Greeny truck and the 4010 JD side by side.
Hey, hey, hey!!! The very top my stacked tool boxes cleared of clutter and otherwise lost sockets, drives, and ratchets; I wondered where all the incidental trash had come from.
Best part of afternoon was, with Keith’s help, seeing my mechanic’s tool storage facility reconfigured with the additional set of drawers placed into a serviceable arrangement with the other three pieces. Next time I get around to cleaning out the conglomeration of useless junk I may just gain at least a couple more (maybe even three more) useful drawers for actually used wrenches (per say).
Worst part of the early evening, on our way’s home, stopping by Handy’s home (he’d died just this last fall leaving one 14 yr old son and his mother behind) his mother had passed away 25 minutes before we’d stopped there. The nice lady that she was I’m guessing was aged 88yrs. Her grandson has been directed by his aunt he’ll be living with her. This kid has had a very upsetting year. It’s quite understandable he’s beside himself. May I say I pray his mother never gets him. He’s enough problems as it is to have to endure her sleazy degenerate minded influence.
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Lucky me. Tomorrow’s going to be another busted up medical appointment’s day. For rat now it’s to late, I’m too tired, I’m calling it another day in Sunny Shorthorn country (well, at least for today). The rest of this written line I’ve got to say it for now, “Good night.”
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine Day
Was a slow morning hanging around here to assist my steady valentine’s cleaning up for her doctor’s appointment. That about blew the morning. Juan come by to pick-up groceries. I talked him into going next week. Had a cold peanut’n’jelly sandwitch for lunch. And we were on our way.
While we was at doctor’s office I gave Bro’ a Sear’s pick-up slip. That gave him something to do while he waited for appointment’s end. And then when we had left this doc’s office he’s decided he has to make an appointment or Frieda to see a sleep doctor to read the results of her last sleep study for a new cpap’s machine settings. Then she has to come back to him for the results and the final order she’s needed for the last 3’r’4 months. The Golden Years! Hog wash!!!
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Getting back I fed my ladies Fillip’s yesterday’s goof-up. They didn’t know the difference this offering having fallen apart before I had gotten to it. What they don’t know wont hurt either of us. (grin)
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Well now, I’ve been hit with a small case of ID theft. After feeding the ladies, Fillip riding shotgun, I drove over to the Crossroads. Hitting the bank first my banker got right on my money theft problem taking care of it within minutes. I get my money credited back into my account tomorrow and a new debit card UPS-ed in two working days. I admit I’d been taken in by another Inter-net scam. Now that I know how the bastards work it, they ain’t getting me again. That’s gospel!
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We stopped for milk and a couple other needs. Milk is my single most important staff of life!
“It happens every time!” driving into the Crossroads there wasn’t a single customer bellied up to the local filling station’s gas pumps. Needing gas and price dropped something like $.50/gallon I was going to save a few bucks on my return. Now how in just a couple of my 1st stops by the time I got back by to go the gas station there was five lines 2 cars each and we wound up one of them. I swear these fleas must have been waiting behind some bushes just a-waiting my return’s approach to tie up all those gas pumps ahead of me..… What the “Cheeze’n’crackers!”
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Back into my own neighborhood we stopped by the shop and unwrapped my package, a three drawer tool cabinet add on. Measuring the ones I’ve already got, this addition will fit between the bottom and next on going up from the floor. My shop tools cabinet will be a stacked four cabinet storage facility. Here’s an extra, putting this new cabinet assembly together I might just as well clean out all the drawers and start over with what’s known as curent everyday tools used.
The yawns are coming wide now and I’ve got to grind tomorrow. Me thinks it’s coming close to bed time. Nite-Nite!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
While we was at doctor’s office I gave Bro’ a Sear’s pick-up slip. That gave him something to do while he waited for appointment’s end. And then when we had left this doc’s office he’s decided he has to make an appointment or Frieda to see a sleep doctor to read the results of her last sleep study for a new cpap’s machine settings. Then she has to come back to him for the results and the final order she’s needed for the last 3’r’4 months. The Golden Years! Hog wash!!!
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Getting back I fed my ladies Fillip’s yesterday’s goof-up. They didn’t know the difference this offering having fallen apart before I had gotten to it. What they don’t know wont hurt either of us. (grin)
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Well now, I’ve been hit with a small case of ID theft. After feeding the ladies, Fillip riding shotgun, I drove over to the Crossroads. Hitting the bank first my banker got right on my money theft problem taking care of it within minutes. I get my money credited back into my account tomorrow and a new debit card UPS-ed in two working days. I admit I’d been taken in by another Inter-net scam. Now that I know how the bastards work it, they ain’t getting me again. That’s gospel!
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We stopped for milk and a couple other needs. Milk is my single most important staff of life!
“It happens every time!” driving into the Crossroads there wasn’t a single customer bellied up to the local filling station’s gas pumps. Needing gas and price dropped something like $.50/gallon I was going to save a few bucks on my return. Now how in just a couple of my 1st stops by the time I got back by to go the gas station there was five lines 2 cars each and we wound up one of them. I swear these fleas must have been waiting behind some bushes just a-waiting my return’s approach to tie up all those gas pumps ahead of me..… What the “Cheeze’n’crackers!”
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Back into my own neighborhood we stopped by the shop and unwrapped my package, a three drawer tool cabinet add on. Measuring the ones I’ve already got, this addition will fit between the bottom and next on going up from the floor. My shop tools cabinet will be a stacked four cabinet storage facility. Here’s an extra, putting this new cabinet assembly together I might just as well clean out all the drawers and start over with what’s known as curent everyday tools used.
The yawns are coming wide now and I’ve got to grind tomorrow. Me thinks it’s coming close to bed time. Nite-Nite!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, February 13, 2012
1st work day….
…as I’ve basically taken 2 off (Sat.‘n‘Sun.). There’ll be no more serious bending, stooping, nor any heavy lifting for the next few days. I’m gonna baby my back for a few more days. I’m afraid there’ll be some big differences between what I want to do, dumb wishing, and acturally get done.
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Okay so much for Monday morning dribble. Now, how about some weekend catching up dribble. Saturday: Ugly refused to start, starter had frozen. Got my Oil-House corners bent. Sunday: Ugly rolled over after the starter thawed on it’s own. I uncovered the wood pile and put a good sized stack firewood on deck. Fillip carried it in. And that’s about it!
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Here's a couple pics at last:
A snap of Fillip screwing some self-tapping rubber washer headed screws into the last couple pieces tin.
The little Oil-House is coming along nicely. While the building still needs a door I’ll build. We’ve already started making shelves inside the structure. A-side from the use of a standard barn-door latch and “T” hinges, I’ve already had thoughts on how to fashion an automatic opened door stop to work against any might be breezes to surprisingly close the door upon an unsuspecting occupant.
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Okay, so much for these last 2 day’s, until I can come up wit somethin' better. Mon-yanna….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Okay so much for Monday morning dribble. Now, how about some weekend catching up dribble. Saturday: Ugly refused to start, starter had frozen. Got my Oil-House corners bent. Sunday: Ugly rolled over after the starter thawed on it’s own. I uncovered the wood pile and put a good sized stack firewood on deck. Fillip carried it in. And that’s about it!
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Here's a couple pics at last:
A snap of Fillip screwing some self-tapping rubber washer headed screws into the last couple pieces tin.
The little Oil-House is coming along nicely. While the building still needs a door I’ll build. We’ve already started making shelves inside the structure. A-side from the use of a standard barn-door latch and “T” hinges, I’ve already had thoughts on how to fashion an automatic opened door stop to work against any might be breezes to surprisingly close the door upon an unsuspecting occupant.
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Okay, so much for these last 2 day’s, until I can come up wit somethin' better. Mon-yanna….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Saturday, February 11, 2012
lazy day
Weather wise we’ve gotten somewhere between 2” & 3” snow. Northwest winds have made for some low profile drifting. It’d been no problem had Ugly truck only started this morning. Nonetheless I put the heavy duty charger on Ugly. If nothing else the battery will be up if and when the truck should decide to start. 1st thought starter’s froze. Then again perhaps not. Could be a bad solenoid? Yet if I should have to drive a tractor to the shop for another starter. This journey only two miles away it is not a winter adventure I’m looking forward to on an open station tractor. (brrr)
Ugly having refused to start this morning I used the old WD45 to take my sheet steel bending over to Mike’s. His ten foot break made an easy job of refashioning the sheet metal into the last 2 OilHouse closing corner pieces.
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The winds blowing rather stiffly out of the NW with an honest hope the winds die away if I should have to get down and get under tomorrow. I’ll become a real happy camper the day comes when I’ve got three out of the four trucks around here all running at the same time. Oh, About the 4th truck running? I’ll not be greedy if’en I (We) manage to 1st bring 3 on line. (grin)
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Our chef baked us a chicken this evening. Thankfully he’s lost the can opener for at least one evening. Rattlers taken on time, after I tried my hand at a bit of lazy house cleaning. Sorted some stuff, putting some of it away, throwing some stuff out, and trying find other places to stow still more finds. And Sneak found one great-big opps! Amongst all the stuff I was trying to sort one way or another he found some of my long lost x-rays. Oh boy, I’m hoping I don’t appear along with the lost x-rays when I return them to Doc’s dungeon-ed keeps. Sheesh! Meany-while, we could surely use either a bigger house or an unattached warehouse. Preferably a warehouse to falsely give this house a more spacious look.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Ugly having refused to start this morning I used the old WD45 to take my sheet steel bending over to Mike’s. His ten foot break made an easy job of refashioning the sheet metal into the last 2 OilHouse closing corner pieces.
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The winds blowing rather stiffly out of the NW with an honest hope the winds die away if I should have to get down and get under tomorrow. I’ll become a real happy camper the day comes when I’ve got three out of the four trucks around here all running at the same time. Oh, About the 4th truck running? I’ll not be greedy if’en I (We) manage to 1st bring 3 on line. (grin)
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Our chef baked us a chicken this evening. Thankfully he’s lost the can opener for at least one evening. Rattlers taken on time, after I tried my hand at a bit of lazy house cleaning. Sorted some stuff, putting some of it away, throwing some stuff out, and trying find other places to stow still more finds. And Sneak found one great-big opps! Amongst all the stuff I was trying to sort one way or another he found some of my long lost x-rays. Oh boy, I’m hoping I don’t appear along with the lost x-rays when I return them to Doc’s dungeon-ed keeps. Sheesh! Meany-while, we could surely use either a bigger house or an unattached warehouse. Preferably a warehouse to falsely give this house a more spacious look.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, February 10, 2012
On ice….
…..I am. I have just gotten back from my chiropractor. And doing the icepack on the lower back area thing to reduce that painfully hidden inflammation what‘s been storing up inside me for these last three days…
Woiking on the OilHouse me thinks I slipped my lower back bending over to throw some screws into the steel siding we were recovering the newly modified building’s frame work. By the time we’re through with this little building we’ll have fit together four different patterned barn steel (or roofing’s) siding’s. Fitting all these salvaged, saved, leftovers, and traveled bundle covers. Don’t you know we save everything. “Waste not, want not!” truer words were never recoded around here. ‘Tis hard telling how many material and time savings have made otherwise unattainable projects a reality around here. Just saying!
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Yes, we’ve been the last three unwritten about advantageous days woiking on the OilHouse. And yes, we might have had it done a couple days ago if we’d started from scratch with all new lumber yard supplied materials. (smile) But it had not been near as much fun making something out of otherwise totally scrap classed materials. This project has been one grand daylily fun put together jig saw puzzle. (grin) We should be done any day now. ‘N I sure as better be taken some pictures.
Nut’s had marked some very odd pieces of patterned steel for some modifying custom bending, loaded the pieces into Ugly and forgot to take over to Mike’s race car shop for bending. Any excuse to go by his place to see what he’s working on is a good excuse.
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Today’s weather is cooler (colder). It is also trying to snow. Well, it has been ever since first light wee little snow balls. Even so it continues to be a pretty day, while I laze around on my varied cold packs looking out the windows. The couple times I’ve been out the weather temperatures have been delightful. No bone chilling winds to cut a body into little pieces I feel guilty taking a day’s rest for this old phart’s body heeling of sorts.
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I be damned if I’m not wanting to pick-up on a project I have wanted to build for myself since the early 1970’s. A mechanically rolling body stretching rack with a set of built in adjustable rollers for massaging out adjacent spine-sided muscle spasms. Now what? As if I haven’t enough projects already. Hmmm, I’ve rollers, tracks, lumber will be no problem; but, what I will need is a good electrical motor (one lying around here (I hope) plus some miscellaneous hardware. For now if I find the right surplus motor and the miscellaneous hardware the project is assured.
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In-coming cal a potential buyer for a lost project taking up valuable space in shop we were on the road. Missing taking my meds, Bro’s interference with schedules my meds were taken almost two hours late. Could be I’ll be lucky to make me a snack before bed time. I hates going to bed hungry, especially in my aging state….. (big-a grin)
My evening’s plans fowled up but good looks like I’ll be visiting Mike’s shop come morning for re-bending metals.
Snow’s coming down steady for first time this Winter. Looks like 3” measurable snow out here now. Could be we’ll have something to contend with come morning. Extended forecast is calling for more upper 30* temperatures coming our way nest midweek.
Bulletin: Almost 7:00PM its reported 60 car pile up on I-75 just north of us. It’s a good night to stay home and way-off the roads. Just getting for ourselves visibility is about nil.
In my way of thinking, snowmobiles aught to be outlawed and junked.
Today’s bottom line, I didn’t do any getting working out. The weather was pleasant enough. But I needed time to heal. So laying around the house I didn’t get out for any OilHouse picture taking. See ya’s…
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Woiking on the OilHouse me thinks I slipped my lower back bending over to throw some screws into the steel siding we were recovering the newly modified building’s frame work. By the time we’re through with this little building we’ll have fit together four different patterned barn steel (or roofing’s) siding’s. Fitting all these salvaged, saved, leftovers, and traveled bundle covers. Don’t you know we save everything. “Waste not, want not!” truer words were never recoded around here. ‘Tis hard telling how many material and time savings have made otherwise unattainable projects a reality around here. Just saying!
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Yes, we’ve been the last three unwritten about advantageous days woiking on the OilHouse. And yes, we might have had it done a couple days ago if we’d started from scratch with all new lumber yard supplied materials. (smile) But it had not been near as much fun making something out of otherwise totally scrap classed materials. This project has been one grand daylily fun put together jig saw puzzle. (grin) We should be done any day now. ‘N I sure as better be taken some pictures.
Nut’s had marked some very odd pieces of patterned steel for some modifying custom bending, loaded the pieces into Ugly and forgot to take over to Mike’s race car shop for bending. Any excuse to go by his place to see what he’s working on is a good excuse.
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Today’s weather is cooler (colder). It is also trying to snow. Well, it has been ever since first light wee little snow balls. Even so it continues to be a pretty day, while I laze around on my varied cold packs looking out the windows. The couple times I’ve been out the weather temperatures have been delightful. No bone chilling winds to cut a body into little pieces I feel guilty taking a day’s rest for this old phart’s body heeling of sorts.
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I be damned if I’m not wanting to pick-up on a project I have wanted to build for myself since the early 1970’s. A mechanically rolling body stretching rack with a set of built in adjustable rollers for massaging out adjacent spine-sided muscle spasms. Now what? As if I haven’t enough projects already. Hmmm, I’ve rollers, tracks, lumber will be no problem; but, what I will need is a good electrical motor (one lying around here (I hope) plus some miscellaneous hardware. For now if I find the right surplus motor and the miscellaneous hardware the project is assured.
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In-coming cal a potential buyer for a lost project taking up valuable space in shop we were on the road. Missing taking my meds, Bro’s interference with schedules my meds were taken almost two hours late. Could be I’ll be lucky to make me a snack before bed time. I hates going to bed hungry, especially in my aging state….. (big-a grin)
My evening’s plans fowled up but good looks like I’ll be visiting Mike’s shop come morning for re-bending metals.
Snow’s coming down steady for first time this Winter. Looks like 3” measurable snow out here now. Could be we’ll have something to contend with come morning. Extended forecast is calling for more upper 30* temperatures coming our way nest midweek.
Bulletin: Almost 7:00PM its reported 60 car pile up on I-75 just north of us. It’s a good night to stay home and way-off the roads. Just getting for ourselves visibility is about nil.
In my way of thinking, snowmobiles aught to be outlawed and junked.
Today’s bottom line, I didn’t do any getting working out. The weather was pleasant enough. But I needed time to heal. So laying around the house I didn’t get out for any OilHouse picture taking. See ya’s…
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
2-7-2012 A Clear Day….
With nothen in the way I (we) aught to get a lot done today. No excuses to go anywhere, be anywhere else, to go shopping, to buy anything more, plus inclusions of food stuffs, prescriptions, and gasoline. All this a-fore mention lists supposedly out of the way Oil House construction headway aught to be magnanimous.
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Ah nuts! It’s the early morning after the night before. Wide awake unable to sleep. So I get it up and raid the icebox. Lets see, it was three small oranges not much bigger than a golf ball each, I couple ounce piece of cheese I’ve nibbled away half of it like a big fat rat, and almost but not quite a whole glass milk to lazy to open another gallon jug.
I come in cold and bent over last night. My back so sore all I wanted was to lean my lower back into an ice pack. Don’t make no sense already to cold to endure much more the outside world’s weather I needed a block of ice on my back.
Lucky to have Fillip here, he did the evening chores, came in and fixed quick supper soup. Frieda ate some of her’s handing me half the bowl she couldn’t eat going to bed. Bed, just what I needed. Sneak taking the empty bowls away I moved only enough to go bed. My head merely meeting the pillow I was out like a light.
4:00 AM the 8th current month finishing this:
Okay, now that I’ve head a bit of rest, I (we) put in a fair day yesterday. Fillip and I finished using up what steel siding we had salvaged off the oil rabbit hutch such as it was then to complete two sides the Oil-House such as it’ll be when we’re finished. Shucks there’s going to be another postponement the work on he oil-house this morning. For two other matters. Tom’s body hurting him such as it is, Asking me in he’d collared me to run an errand first thing come morning. Fillip’s a doctor’s appointment we don’t know the appointed time, on the other side Flint? Somewhere in tomorrow's unscheduled ways I must get myself up into the lower barn’s hay-mow for enough steel siding to finish the front and back sides the oil-house. So it looks like Shorthorn country's another busy day coming up with this morning’s dawn.
Okay, this tidbit a few hours late but put here just the same…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Ah nuts! It’s the early morning after the night before. Wide awake unable to sleep. So I get it up and raid the icebox. Lets see, it was three small oranges not much bigger than a golf ball each, I couple ounce piece of cheese I’ve nibbled away half of it like a big fat rat, and almost but not quite a whole glass milk to lazy to open another gallon jug.
I come in cold and bent over last night. My back so sore all I wanted was to lean my lower back into an ice pack. Don’t make no sense already to cold to endure much more the outside world’s weather I needed a block of ice on my back.
Lucky to have Fillip here, he did the evening chores, came in and fixed quick supper soup. Frieda ate some of her’s handing me half the bowl she couldn’t eat going to bed. Bed, just what I needed. Sneak taking the empty bowls away I moved only enough to go bed. My head merely meeting the pillow I was out like a light.
4:00 AM the 8th current month finishing this:
Okay, now that I’ve head a bit of rest, I (we) put in a fair day yesterday. Fillip and I finished using up what steel siding we had salvaged off the oil rabbit hutch such as it was then to complete two sides the Oil-House such as it’ll be when we’re finished. Shucks there’s going to be another postponement the work on he oil-house this morning. For two other matters. Tom’s body hurting him such as it is, Asking me in he’d collared me to run an errand first thing come morning. Fillip’s a doctor’s appointment we don’t know the appointed time, on the other side Flint? Somewhere in tomorrow's unscheduled ways I must get myself up into the lower barn’s hay-mow for enough steel siding to finish the front and back sides the oil-house. So it looks like Shorthorn country's another busy day coming up with this morning’s dawn.
Okay, this tidbit a few hours late but put here just the same…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, February 6, 2012
This is the Monday….
….I mentioned this morning. (grin)
Oh boy! The new 12v impact wrench simply burned up yesterday afternoon trying to take off some implement lug nuts. 90 day warranty on it my would like to do task, take it back for my money back and purchase something else that last and give me some service. Bottom-line the tool didn’t look all that substantial when I unpacked it to begin with. It might have lasted a long time had I not tried to use it. Well, done is done. I see an heavier duty made nibbler is available. This nibbler I can use making some those body panels out of galvanized steel I hadn’t yet purchased. I think I can make some longer lasting parts that those available’ At least this is my plan.
Shopped Sears tool catalog evening last and found an additional three drawer add on on-sale. I marked it for store pickup. Now, get this going to sleep early evening last I wondered if I had ordered correctly. Soooo, I went shopping(?) again this morning. Son-of-a-gun, that tool box had been reduced in price again! What the? Taking advantage I ordered this last one (2nd) for store pick-up and canceled the first one. So, some time today I want us to go for a drive for tool procurement adjustments.
Could be I can turn this run into a three stopper.
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T’s evening and I’m about ready to turn in. Fillip and I made today’s circuit run a three stopper. I got my money back for that sorry excuse fore a 12volt impact wrench. And used that money plus a little more and purchased a 120 volt AC sheet metal nibbler. Got to use it this afternoon and it worked effortlessly. I’m happy to have it as it’ll come in handy making an inside rocker panels and floor pans for Dumpy. I had also managed to see to it the additional tool box section’s ordered and I’ll pick it up the 12th of the month when I’ve a Doctor appointment on that far side of Flint.
We managed to fit more odd pieces tine siding on to the Oil-House. Tomorrow the siding fitting will become a bit more imaginative. I also see us scrounging around the lower barns hay mow for more save pieces barn siding. I also suspect we’ll be visiting Mike’s race car building shop for some more sheet metal bending.
Anxious to put in a longer day’s work on the Oil House tomorrow I’ve must be turning in early. Having fun!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Oh boy! The new 12v impact wrench simply burned up yesterday afternoon trying to take off some implement lug nuts. 90 day warranty on it my would like to do task, take it back for my money back and purchase something else that last and give me some service. Bottom-line the tool didn’t look all that substantial when I unpacked it to begin with. It might have lasted a long time had I not tried to use it. Well, done is done. I see an heavier duty made nibbler is available. This nibbler I can use making some those body panels out of galvanized steel I hadn’t yet purchased. I think I can make some longer lasting parts that those available’ At least this is my plan.
Shopped Sears tool catalog evening last and found an additional three drawer add on on-sale. I marked it for store pickup. Now, get this going to sleep early evening last I wondered if I had ordered correctly. Soooo, I went shopping(?) again this morning. Son-of-a-gun, that tool box had been reduced in price again! What the? Taking advantage I ordered this last one (2nd) for store pick-up and canceled the first one. So, some time today I want us to go for a drive for tool procurement adjustments.
Could be I can turn this run into a three stopper.
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T’s evening and I’m about ready to turn in. Fillip and I made today’s circuit run a three stopper. I got my money back for that sorry excuse fore a 12volt impact wrench. And used that money plus a little more and purchased a 120 volt AC sheet metal nibbler. Got to use it this afternoon and it worked effortlessly. I’m happy to have it as it’ll come in handy making an inside rocker panels and floor pans for Dumpy. I had also managed to see to it the additional tool box section’s ordered and I’ll pick it up the 12th of the month when I’ve a Doctor appointment on that far side of Flint.
We managed to fit more odd pieces tine siding on to the Oil-House. Tomorrow the siding fitting will become a bit more imaginative. I also see us scrounging around the lower barns hay mow for more save pieces barn siding. I also suspect we’ll be visiting Mike’s race car building shop for some more sheet metal bending.
Anxious to put in a longer day’s work on the Oil House tomorrow I’ve must be turning in early. Having fun!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
2-5-2012 Super Bowl Sunday
Today’s some kind of a dumb arsed holiday for a lot of supposed arm-chaired jocks. Sports fanatics watching cheering for all manner of bruising accomplishments. I’ve been to one of these events, even a 2nd time. Why, to show a foreigner I had invited to see some of our American culture and took a brand new Mexican emigrant to one our civilized way of life‘s bloodless feets ball game.
It was more liken a neighborhood event, a higher education event held in a local high school field. Our arriving early finding a seat on these home made looken bleachers for what there were of them we waited. A few minute, the stadium they called it, the place filled up with the mostly loco town’s kids, a jumping waving their arms, and cheering in preparation of what was to come, when the teams from both sides come running out onto the field. It followed a hush fell over the field and my quest was particularly impressed when everyone stood up and asked this pointed question, “Jose, can you see?”
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Was out and about early this morning Bro’ picking me up our leaving here for the SW side Flint for mine Frieda another sleep study test. She’s needed one these twice now. The last one didn’t work out well so she’s needed another one. Her breathing machine becoming obsolete she’s supposed to be fitted with a new machine, maybe plus. The studies are for the new machine’s settings? The “plus?” Perhaps she’ll even be fitted a portable oxygen maximizer so’s I may get her out of te house?
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Oh crap! It’s evening, I really want to finsh this, but plagued with electrically charged headaches I’ve got to lay it down in hopes of escaping the un-numerable hurts. Bye…err…nite…..
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Monday morning the sun’s already shinen. We’ve a good frost covering everything. And our mid-day temps supposed to rise into the forties. Working on the Oil-House it feels like spring.
Well, here it is good morning and….
…..“Rainbows.”
Fernan
It was more liken a neighborhood event, a higher education event held in a local high school field. Our arriving early finding a seat on these home made looken bleachers for what there were of them we waited. A few minute, the stadium they called it, the place filled up with the mostly loco town’s kids, a jumping waving their arms, and cheering in preparation of what was to come, when the teams from both sides come running out onto the field. It followed a hush fell over the field and my quest was particularly impressed when everyone stood up and asked this pointed question, “Jose, can you see?”
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Was out and about early this morning Bro’ picking me up our leaving here for the SW side Flint for mine Frieda another sleep study test. She’s needed one these twice now. The last one didn’t work out well so she’s needed another one. Her breathing machine becoming obsolete she’s supposed to be fitted with a new machine, maybe plus. The studies are for the new machine’s settings? The “plus?” Perhaps she’ll even be fitted a portable oxygen maximizer so’s I may get her out of te house?
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Oh crap! It’s evening, I really want to finsh this, but plagued with electrically charged headaches I’ve got to lay it down in hopes of escaping the un-numerable hurts. Bye…err…nite…..
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Monday morning the sun’s already shinen. We’ve a good frost covering everything. And our mid-day temps supposed to rise into the forties. Working on the Oil-House it feels like spring.
Well, here it is good morning and….
…..“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, February 3, 2012
Same-o, Same-o….
….only different.
I woke at about my favored time from a restless sleep sporting a nagging muscle spasm homesteading my right hip. Sheesh as much water I expelled over night my thoughts include I couldn’t have drinkened all that. Looken out side the deck is dry. Then tuning in the loco TV weather jokester he reports dry conditions, even continued dry conditions over our area. These Mich. Joksters haven’t try wading my varied livestock yards around here. Under this prolonged balmy Spring like weather we’ve been given mud. Have I ever mentioned I hate’s mud? Whatever happened to disease killing, earth sterilizing, earth cleaning cold, sequestered under an earth covered warm blanket of snow? On waking this AM the teasing temperature continues to hover at right about freezing and expected to climb into the 40* levels. I want my Winter back.
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Darn it, I continue to win some/loose some. The Oil-House while slowly coming along, some parts successfully made evening last on Mike’s sheet metal break. Now today’s motored a-run-about run taking in three burbs is in jeopardy. Ugly’s developed a brake problem. Oh whao is me! I hope it is a simple this very earlier morning fix. (dad-a, dad-a, dad-a!)
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Sneak liking dumpster diving….er….treasure hunting, I had said, “Ugly’s brakes needed attention before hitting the road.” When I called out his name and mentioned I was leaving shortly, he had abounded up and out oof his bed. Can dumpster diving….er….treasure hunting be considered an incurable disease?
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An AM hour…a runny nose, coughing, choking, and hacking; all simultaneously; my throat’s feeling like a buzz saw trying to either cut an enlarged pimple or a ripe boil off the top my the top my shoulders?
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On our way a stop by the elevator we had our supplements. Next stop shop to find brake leak on Ugly truck. Found it replacing a brake line at that. Brakes still questionable, or at least soft. Wull try bleeding them again this afternoon.
Leland refused to start. My thinking weather warm enough for an easy start? Wrong-o! So plugged Leland in and did lunch.
For lunch had tuna fish sandwitches. Darn-it, I get tired them tuna fish sandwitches. One these day’s I’ve got to start making something else sides these and peanut‘n‘jelly.
Maybe after lunch we can finally grown grain and looked at bleeden the brakes over the top of differential. Oh, I know supposed to bleed’em at the wheel cylinders. Them fittings so old and rusty, I’m feared one of them bleeders will break. Well, such is life in Shorthorn country so far today…..
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Grain ground, delivered, brakes looked at 2nd time; we had to give up on them for a second time. We had brakes alright but not quite as right as I wanted them. Nonetheless we took off well aware Ugly’s limitations. We made the full 3-burb’s motored circle. With our late in the day start we managed to make all but one pre-listed stop. In our travels we got my desired 12v impact wrench. I’m looking to it for that little extra oomph this aging old mane sometimes needs to loosen a lug nut or saints preserving me a bolt. (smile) And some other stuff same stop. Next on our way back we happened upon another one of them roadside abandoned shopping carts. What were we supposed to do? A smaller handier well fitting around the house we just had to save it and loaded it up our unselfishly giving it a good home. Next stop was a two fold one my letting Fillip off at the Secretary of States Office and my going around the block to pick-up his re-zippered Carhardt coat. In the mail a few days ago he’d received a Mi DOT letter suggesting his CDL drivers license he’d just gotten wasn’t any good. My errand gone done quicker, I got back to Fillip just in time to here the clerks explanation the questionable letter. Now why in sams-hill why couldn’t the letter have said it the way the clerk had explained is beyond us. The instant scholar he was this legal licensing was concerned the addition paper work was handily taken care of without any additional costs. Whew! Next stop as long as we were in the same parking lot we took in the Save-A-Lot super market for a few items within our bargain priced range. Wow, 3 hits with practically one stop and finished here we motored again a bit further north for three more stops having to skip one unaccounted the hour. At TSC we purchased a big bucket hydra-trans oil, an 18mm wrench un-found in most wrench sets, and we mustn’t forgot food for the kitty-cats. We weren’t done yet as I stopped us by at least one dumpster Sneak finding it empty save for some genuine garbage classed trash. Oh well, another half mile west we hit Wally-World picking up a few more item to numerous to mention. At last done our out and about run Fillip took over the wheel as nightfall had enveloped us. Taking the back roads we avoided any heavily traffic-ed areas.
House sure felt good our walking I with our swag. Took a moment or two for Her Mostess to notice something different about this last shop-lifting cart acquisition. Best thing going for it was it’s smaller and lighter than a piano fitting in the house.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
….only different.
I woke at about my favored time from a restless sleep sporting a nagging muscle spasm homesteading my right hip. Sheesh as much water I expelled over night my thoughts include I couldn’t have drinkened all that. Looken out side the deck is dry. Then tuning in the loco TV weather jokester he reports dry conditions, even continued dry conditions over our area. These Mich. Joksters haven’t try wading my varied livestock yards around here. Under this prolonged balmy Spring like weather we’ve been given mud. Have I ever mentioned I hate’s mud? Whatever happened to disease killing, earth sterilizing, earth cleaning cold, sequestered under an earth covered warm blanket of snow? On waking this AM the teasing temperature continues to hover at right about freezing and expected to climb into the 40* levels. I want my Winter back.
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Darn it, I continue to win some/loose some. The Oil-House while slowly coming along, some parts successfully made evening last on Mike’s sheet metal break. Now today’s motored a-run-about run taking in three burbs is in jeopardy. Ugly’s developed a brake problem. Oh whao is me! I hope it is a simple this very earlier morning fix. (dad-a, dad-a, dad-a!)
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Sneak liking dumpster diving….er….treasure hunting, I had said, “Ugly’s brakes needed attention before hitting the road.” When I called out his name and mentioned I was leaving shortly, he had abounded up and out oof his bed. Can dumpster diving….er….treasure hunting be considered an incurable disease?
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An AM hour…a runny nose, coughing, choking, and hacking; all simultaneously; my throat’s feeling like a buzz saw trying to either cut an enlarged pimple or a ripe boil off the top my the top my shoulders?
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On our way a stop by the elevator we had our supplements. Next stop shop to find brake leak on Ugly truck. Found it replacing a brake line at that. Brakes still questionable, or at least soft. Wull try bleeding them again this afternoon.
Leland refused to start. My thinking weather warm enough for an easy start? Wrong-o! So plugged Leland in and did lunch.
For lunch had tuna fish sandwitches. Darn-it, I get tired them tuna fish sandwitches. One these day’s I’ve got to start making something else sides these and peanut‘n‘jelly.
Maybe after lunch we can finally grown grain and looked at bleeden the brakes over the top of differential. Oh, I know supposed to bleed’em at the wheel cylinders. Them fittings so old and rusty, I’m feared one of them bleeders will break. Well, such is life in Shorthorn country so far today…..
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Grain ground, delivered, brakes looked at 2nd time; we had to give up on them for a second time. We had brakes alright but not quite as right as I wanted them. Nonetheless we took off well aware Ugly’s limitations. We made the full 3-burb’s motored circle. With our late in the day start we managed to make all but one pre-listed stop. In our travels we got my desired 12v impact wrench. I’m looking to it for that little extra oomph this aging old mane sometimes needs to loosen a lug nut or saints preserving me a bolt. (smile) And some other stuff same stop. Next on our way back we happened upon another one of them roadside abandoned shopping carts. What were we supposed to do? A smaller handier well fitting around the house we just had to save it and loaded it up our unselfishly giving it a good home. Next stop was a two fold one my letting Fillip off at the Secretary of States Office and my going around the block to pick-up his re-zippered Carhardt coat. In the mail a few days ago he’d received a Mi DOT letter suggesting his CDL drivers license he’d just gotten wasn’t any good. My errand gone done quicker, I got back to Fillip just in time to here the clerks explanation the questionable letter. Now why in sams-hill why couldn’t the letter have said it the way the clerk had explained is beyond us. The instant scholar he was this legal licensing was concerned the addition paper work was handily taken care of without any additional costs. Whew! Next stop as long as we were in the same parking lot we took in the Save-A-Lot super market for a few items within our bargain priced range. Wow, 3 hits with practically one stop and finished here we motored again a bit further north for three more stops having to skip one unaccounted the hour. At TSC we purchased a big bucket hydra-trans oil, an 18mm wrench un-found in most wrench sets, and we mustn’t forgot food for the kitty-cats. We weren’t done yet as I stopped us by at least one dumpster Sneak finding it empty save for some genuine garbage classed trash. Oh well, another half mile west we hit Wally-World picking up a few more item to numerous to mention. At last done our out and about run Fillip took over the wheel as nightfall had enveloped us. Taking the back roads we avoided any heavily traffic-ed areas.
House sure felt good our walking I with our swag. Took a moment or two for Her Mostess to notice something different about this last shop-lifting cart acquisition. Best thing going for it was it’s smaller and lighter than a piano fitting in the house.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, February 2, 2012
An extra early start
Fillip awakens to look out his window to see our ladies are where they are not ought to be. So its and important off’n’on sit-she-a-sion. Dressing light for this ladies promoted early morning walk out into the refreshing airs my not particularly anxious to carry the wearing out’n’bout barnyard tuxedo.
Right off I found somebody had broken a gate wire. Hmmm! Kicking the problem around between us, “Had we forgotten to feed the ladies a little something yesterday?” Yup, that had to be it. So, this Shorthorn country contingent hungry, one of them had decided to go shopping for herself drafting the rest of the ladies behind her.
A broken gate wire temporarily fixed and all three gates confluent-ly arranged so, it were time we be stepping out, the both of us. I started one way, Fillip was supposed to have gone the other around the herd. I’ve sauntered off a spell looking back to see Fillip hadn’t moved but a few yards. Nuts, it was my fault I hadn’t fully explained my (our) plan. My having gone far enough a whisper to get his attention wasn’t about to work. I had to yell. With that yell I had expected a stampede, if I may so bold as to be untrusting my charges. Ha yup, some of them started heading for some distanced escapes. Thankfully a two-thirds of them had decided to head for home, where they belonged. This small measured consequence was a blessing, for as I had gotten at least caught up with the leaders I turned my walked approach towards those out front. A moment’s hesitation upon their parts, a couple the ladies having stopped to look at me trying to out guess my intentions, had for a moment looked back to see the larger part of their contingent had turned upon their own and trotting for home, these ladies seeing this by now ignoring me followed suit. This to say the least pleasured my feet and limbs. I needn’t hike any further from home.
On getting back appearing as a lost waif finally finding my way home I put Fillip to feeding the ladies. He took this task further feeding the yearling heifers just down the road. Meanwhile, I grabbed a couple pairs pliers going back to the broken gate wire to make a more Permanent fix.
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In these pursuits one of my boots had come untied as it usually does. Fed up with this near daily phenomena I bent to one knee to steady myself kneeling on a clump of drier grasses to avoid the wet ground my tried to tie a new tougher knot. Then it would remain to be seen if I could undo that same knot later this evening to get meself out of that same boot!
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This afternoon went splendidly. We didn’t set the world nor our neighborhood, nor the Oil-house on fire. But we made some progress. We brought for use some rather odd pieces of steel barn siding. We framed in the passive filtered light window. I cut up a sheet of steel into several ribbons to bend into Oil-House window and siding flashings.
This evening I had see about those metal strips getting bent. Well, as it turned out after supper Fillip keeping an eye on me we went up the road a couple doors. Seeing Mike well within his element he let me use his sheet metal break. It weren’t long and I had made bent some suiting me custom shed flashings. My day had closed on a worth while note. Life's good.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Right off I found somebody had broken a gate wire. Hmmm! Kicking the problem around between us, “Had we forgotten to feed the ladies a little something yesterday?” Yup, that had to be it. So, this Shorthorn country contingent hungry, one of them had decided to go shopping for herself drafting the rest of the ladies behind her.
A broken gate wire temporarily fixed and all three gates confluent-ly arranged so, it were time we be stepping out, the both of us. I started one way, Fillip was supposed to have gone the other around the herd. I’ve sauntered off a spell looking back to see Fillip hadn’t moved but a few yards. Nuts, it was my fault I hadn’t fully explained my (our) plan. My having gone far enough a whisper to get his attention wasn’t about to work. I had to yell. With that yell I had expected a stampede, if I may so bold as to be untrusting my charges. Ha yup, some of them started heading for some distanced escapes. Thankfully a two-thirds of them had decided to head for home, where they belonged. This small measured consequence was a blessing, for as I had gotten at least caught up with the leaders I turned my walked approach towards those out front. A moment’s hesitation upon their parts, a couple the ladies having stopped to look at me trying to out guess my intentions, had for a moment looked back to see the larger part of their contingent had turned upon their own and trotting for home, these ladies seeing this by now ignoring me followed suit. This to say the least pleasured my feet and limbs. I needn’t hike any further from home.
On getting back appearing as a lost waif finally finding my way home I put Fillip to feeding the ladies. He took this task further feeding the yearling heifers just down the road. Meanwhile, I grabbed a couple pairs pliers going back to the broken gate wire to make a more Permanent fix.
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In these pursuits one of my boots had come untied as it usually does. Fed up with this near daily phenomena I bent to one knee to steady myself kneeling on a clump of drier grasses to avoid the wet ground my tried to tie a new tougher knot. Then it would remain to be seen if I could undo that same knot later this evening to get meself out of that same boot!
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This afternoon went splendidly. We didn’t set the world nor our neighborhood, nor the Oil-house on fire. But we made some progress. We brought for use some rather odd pieces of steel barn siding. We framed in the passive filtered light window. I cut up a sheet of steel into several ribbons to bend into Oil-House window and siding flashings.
This evening I had see about those metal strips getting bent. Well, as it turned out after supper Fillip keeping an eye on me we went up the road a couple doors. Seeing Mike well within his element he let me use his sheet metal break. It weren’t long and I had made bent some suiting me custom shed flashings. My day had closed on a worth while note. Life's good.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Literally…..
….Tired Out'n'out! We’ve finished today the cutting of maybe 60-sum tires into trash sized pieces. Normal disposal costs if trucked to a recycle center we’d had to pay for starters anywhere from $180.00 to $300.00 a piece to be get rid of the lot.
Now we can look to doing something else without those tools underfoot. They‘s (3 saws) wrapped up and put away for another distanced day‘s use.
This afternoon, this excellent weather supposedly going to hold for a few more days, we can look to putting some more work into-upon the Oil-house. Similar in needs, the sooner we close-in and finish the Oils House the sooner we can fill it up gaining some more productive space on the shop floor and walls. The absolute best bottom line benefit in the renewed Oil-house’s use will be our moving all those many flammable fluids (lubricants, fuel cans, paints and thinners) more safely stored outside of the shop.
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Scrap tires Ugly truck loaded, tire destroying tools put away we turned our attention pointed towards, some incidental oil house preparatory readying it for continued revamping or continued Oil-House revamped construction.
Taking a couple short timeouts for some person to person gossiping.
It being a good day I’ve got to make a couple weather checks or inquiries as to what to expect the next few days. Between wanting to make a run into a couple suburbs to pick-up a couple buys, plus expose and entertain fillip’s need to either do a bit of treasure hunting, or more closely termed dumpster diving for his this week’s past Birthday present. Preparing for this round about shopping trip.
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Supper’s late, it’s alright! Rattlers taken, waiting out the hour until I may eat even at a later hour. I’ve had one good delightfully fun filled day.
“Rainbow.”
Fernan
PS: The weather imaginer’s (all) are for now predicting five more gorgeous sun filled way-above averaged temperatured days. I’ll (we’ll) take’em. (widely grinning)
Now we can look to doing something else without those tools underfoot. They‘s (3 saws) wrapped up and put away for another distanced day‘s use.
This afternoon, this excellent weather supposedly going to hold for a few more days, we can look to putting some more work into-upon the Oil-house. Similar in needs, the sooner we close-in and finish the Oils House the sooner we can fill it up gaining some more productive space on the shop floor and walls. The absolute best bottom line benefit in the renewed Oil-house’s use will be our moving all those many flammable fluids (lubricants, fuel cans, paints and thinners) more safely stored outside of the shop.
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Scrap tires Ugly truck loaded, tire destroying tools put away we turned our attention pointed towards, some incidental oil house preparatory readying it for continued revamping or continued Oil-House revamped construction.
Taking a couple short timeouts for some person to person gossiping.
It being a good day I’ve got to make a couple weather checks or inquiries as to what to expect the next few days. Between wanting to make a run into a couple suburbs to pick-up a couple buys, plus expose and entertain fillip’s need to either do a bit of treasure hunting, or more closely termed dumpster diving for his this week’s past Birthday present. Preparing for this round about shopping trip.
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Supper’s late, it’s alright! Rattlers taken, waiting out the hour until I may eat even at a later hour. I’ve had one good delightfully fun filled day.
“Rainbow.”
Fernan
PS: The weather imaginer’s (all) are for now predicting five more gorgeous sun filled way-above averaged temperatured days. I’ll (we’ll) take’em. (widely grinning)
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