Marie and I don’t go out to whoop it up on New Years Eve. We’re not into parties, and crowds, and drunk drivers; so we stay home with our dogs and have a more personal celebration.
Normally we do a meal that we can stretch out through the evening and have a themed movie marathon. It’s a different theme each year. This year we decided to watch episodes of the 1962 season of The Twilight Zone and eat Mexican food.
Marie made a pot of chili, we had chimichangas, and burritos, and for desert, apple pies cooked in the fireplace with a pie iron.
Rod Serling seems to have been obsessed with death in 1962. That was kind of odd.
I put Sable and Hudson to bed, and brought Rebel in the house, around 9:30. Rebel watched the TV for a bit, then got bored and laid down. I guess he’s not into the old black and white shows. These youngsters have to have lots of color.
Around 11:00 we all burned out and decided to go to bed. All except Blondie Bear: she said, “You folks have gone crazy.” and went to bed around 9:00.
The next morning …
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Have you ever noticed how sometimes even simple tasks can snowball out of control with complications? I was taking something to my workshop and I noticed that the right-front tire on my pick-up truck looked low on air pressure. I made a note to check that when I was done with what I was doing at the time.
When I got to it I took an air pressure gauge out of the truck glove box and checked the tire pressure. 22 pounds: yep, that’s low. I checked what I could see of the tire to see if I could find any damage or foreign objects embedded in the tire and found nothing obvious.
I have an air compressor. It’s not a great compressor: it’s probably an antique, although I recently bought a new hose for it because the old one dry rotted and crumbled, but it will fill up a car tire. Eventually. Continue reading Complications→
Yesterday evening I heard what sounded like a small pack of coyotes moving through the area, yapping and cutting up like a canine street gang making their presence known and threatening to hurt anyone who got in their way.
When I let my dogs out for their bed time potty run I made sure all the floodlights were on and I went out with them carrying a strong flashlight. I hoped that lights and a human presence would be enough deterrent if, indeed, one or more coyotes were in the immediate area. My yard is fenced, but most fences mean little to coyotes.
Later, as I was sitting in bed reading, I heard a single blast of what sounded like a shot gun. Very near by. Then it got real quiet. I was cautious again this morning, but it sounded like that pack of punks learned a little respect for humanity.
Is This Even Possible?
Is it possible that coyotes are in our area? We’ve not had them before.
Oh yes! I know people who have personally told me of their own encounters with coyotes. These people live along O’Neil Road: just to the north west of us, and in Bridgeport: just to the north east of us. My neighbor says he saw one walking up our driveway towards the woods one morning a while back. So, yes: this is a real threat and a grave concern to me.
So the Moon Pie was barking at something outside the fence of the play yard. I went to see what the fuss was about. Figured it had to be some critter or other, and if it was something dangerous I’d better shoo it away from the dogs.
It was a snake. A weird snake with a HUGE triangular head.
Rattle snake? I’ve never seen a rattler with those markings.
It wasn’t moving, maybe it’s dead. It wasn’t coiled, so it shouldn’t strike.
I looked closer.
It’s a grass snake eating a toad.
A toad that doesn’t want to be eaten.
This could take a while.
We went inside and left it to its dinner, while I tended to ours.
Our pick-up truck’s check engine light came on and it started running rough at idle a couple of days after we got it home from the purchase. Also, I started hearing a hissing sound in the dash. And the air conditioner stopped working. All at the same time. To me there was only one answer – and it was one I figured I could fix myself (for a change).
On the Chevy S10 and the GMC Sonoma the air direction control uses vacuum to pull bellows driven valves inside the dash to direct air to the feet, dash vents, or windshield.
I ordered a new Air Flow Control Unit from GMPartsDirect.com a week or so ago and it arrived a few days ago, but it has since been raining or Marie had the truck because her Subaru was in the shop.
Today I spent most of the morning replacing the Air Flow Control Unit.
Continue reading Accomplishing A Minor Auto Repair→
Well, it’s time. Time to replace my truck. The 1999 Chevy S10 pick-up I’ve been driving has almost 200,000 miles on it and it’s just time to get something younger.
We were thinking about getting another Subaru: a car, and abandoning the pick-up idea all together. At first thought, I couldn’t remember much of anything I’ve hauled in the truck since I stopped building furniture for a living. Now, I mostly haul dogs. Having an SUV or cross-over with room for a couple of crates inside would solve the problems of hauling a dog (who is too wild to ride inside the cab with me) on real hot days, or bitter cold days, or in the rain. But then I started to remember:
Those times I hauled firewood home for winter heating
Those times I hauled trash for Humane Society of Jefferson County
Those times I hauled 20-some bags of kibble for Newport Animal Shelter
Hauling supplies for Steele Away Home when they moved
Hauling away a large live animal trap for Helen
… and a few other times of doing favors for friends
No, having a pick-up has proven quite useful on many occasions, and is likely to do so in the future, given new things I’ve gotten into. Besides, it is rumored that if a mountain man gives up his truck, he ends up eating kale pancakes and playing ice hockey. Continue reading Blondie’s New Ride→
Being a writer, I take language: the meanings and flow of words, seriously. Words have power and precise meanings. Effective communication means using words properly. Throwing together a mish-mash of terms or making words up by splicing improper suffixes onto a good word breeds confusion. Even newscasters are trying to sound hyper-intelligent by tossing out big words spliced together using parts of two legitimate words.
But common terms are abused as well. Just now I was asked if my truck runs on diesel gasoline. This was not an either-or question, it was a yes-no question. Diesel fuel and gasoline are two different things. Using them together caused a train crash in the switch yard of my brain and boggled me for a moment.
An acquaintance often used the word “empowerized”, a melding of empowered and energized to convey vitality and excitement. But it sent a little shiver up my neck every time I heard it.
A few other language laughables I can think of include:
I’ll go convertsate with him
I’m so flustrated!
That’s supposably a great new product.
A CEO philanthropist was referred to as a philanthropreneur by a news anchor.
Sorry, I’m not sure where I am. I need to get orientated.
I could go on, but you get the idea. And this doesn’t even get into words like irregardless. Regardless means without regard. Sticking the “ir” on the front makes it mean “not without regard” which is the opposite of what they’re trying to say. There are SO many of these in common use today that I could go on all day. But I’ll spare you that.
Now to be fair, the English language that we have today was made up by sticking bits of words from many other languages together. And it evolves as each generation rises up and squishes it into their own mold of preferred expression. So I may have no right at all to complain about younger people making up or twisting words into new meanings. Maybe I’m just getting old and cranky. Maybe I should just suckupicate and deal with it.
We cool our house with a small window air conditioner. It’s actually rated to cool a single, 10 foot by 10 foot room, but it’s in our 12’ x 15’ bedroom (not counting the Master Bath and Marie’s walk-in closet) and we pull cool air out into the rest of the house with a fan that blows down the hallway toward the kitchen and living room. One would think that this would not work at all. But it does!
That one dinky window AC does keep our home comfortable (comfortable for US, maybe not for those accustomed to living in a meat locker) because when we built our house we prioritized strength and insulation over square footage. Continue reading Keeping Cool On July 4th→
I am something of a handyman. I often make repairs around our house and property. I am, by no means, an expert at plumbing, electrical, or concrete work but I understand the principles and can usually cobble my way through a repair project. For small repairs I often employ the familiar tools and various glues, a staple gun, nails, screws, and yes: even duct tape. But today I needed to make a repair for which none of these would help. Today I needed to bring into service — a needle and thread!
One of the dogs got overly enthusiastic and tore a hole in the cover of a dog bed. Discovering that there was “stuff” inside, she proceeded to pull what was inside, out. Thus she tore the end off one of the fabric tubes full of fiberfill that makes a bolster around the dog bed. She also pulled a basketball sized wad of fiberfill out. I caught her at it, gathered the filler and put the bed up until it could be repaired. Today, I tackle that. Continue reading Wielding Unfamiliar Tools→
If you are at all savvy with Facebook, you know that a “poke” from a friend is just a way of saying “hello” without saying anything. Kinda a reminder that they are there.
There is a place I have long thought would be a great place to work, and I heard they were hiring. I picked up an employment application the other day, took it home and filled it out. On my way to turn it in today I found myself asking, “Why am I seeking a job?”
Officially, I am now retired, but it’s not like I’m bored and need something to occupy my time. What with yard work and a herd of dogs to train and heal so they can find forever homes, I have plenty to do. It’s not as though we’re hard up financially, we could use a little extra; there are some projects I’d like to get done but God provides, and they will get done. So why do I need a job again?
Just at that moment the SERVICE ENGINE light lit up in the truck’s dashboard. ‘Oh yeah, now I remember.’ Thanks for the poke, God!