Sun City thrill ride.
I was way too tired to post last night. I was up at 4:00 and working on church stuff by 5:00. When Pam left for work at 6:30 I moved out to the garage and turned my attention to Ilsa. The next step in the restoration is taking the body off the frame so I can work on each independently. That requires separating all connections between them, including a lot of electrical circuits, the steering column, speedo cable, brake reservoir and finally the three dozen or so bolts that hold them tightly together. The latter proved to be a problem. Fifty years of rust doesn't give way easily. I twisted the head off of one and went through the better portion of a can of PB Blaster (the best product for breaking frozen bolts loose!). By 11:00 it was 95 degrees out in the garage so I retreated to the house for the final stages of sermon prep, leaving most of the bolts under the frame still firmly in place.
Late afternoon I went a few miles south and picked up those free pond goldfish. Good grief! If we ever find ourselves without anything in the house for supper I know where I can find the entree. Those things are HUGE. I only wanted five, based on the size of my pond, but she made it clear I should take home all 10 that she had pulled out in anticipation of my coming. In another day or two I'll be down to five large goldfish. Don't ask questions; you don't want to know the answer.
I worked until just before Pam got home at 7:45 and by then my mind was fried. Part of that was due to some pretty significant phone conversations I had during the aforementioned activities.
My next door neighbor is a talker. I think he has an alarm in his house that alerts him to my presence outside, because within a minute or two of going out my slider he's over my shoulder, words flowing. But those "conversations" have all been pretty shallow in terms of intellectual or emotional content. Yesterday I had three or four phone conversations that were each loaded with import of one sort or another. All good, but at the end of the day I was drained physically and emotionally.
The TIME magazine that came today was 90% about the Bin Laden operation. I found myself surprisingly disinterested. Is that because the news media have been saturated with content? Or that in the world of up-to-the-second digital news, the print media will give outdated content? Or am I just ready to move on?
If the Lakers aren't going to be the team to beat the Heat I'm happy to see the Mavs do it. The critical thing is that it get done.
I was back out in the garage by 7:00 this morning and by 11:00 had all the bolts out. I've also built a dolly to receive the body when it's lifted off. The tentative plan has the kids coming out for Mother's Day supper tomorrow night and putting them to work helping me make that transfer. If it happens I'll have pics to document this major step in the restoration process.
Note: in the process of preparing for this move I discovered a speedometer cable that broke a long time ago and an empty brake fluid reservoir with a dry tar-like coating on the bottom. Hmmm.
Tomorrow, and then next week, and our series on Joseph will be done. I don't know about anyone else but I've learned a lot, not just about the details of his life but, more importantly, the principles I should live out. I really like what he tells his brothers at his father's funeral. (Gen. 50:20)
9 comments:
I know you said not to ask, but I'm so curious as to why there will only be 5 fish left in a few days. Do they eat each other based on the size of their enclosure?
I meant not to ask about what will happen to those who get eliminated. Goldfish poop a LOT, and that decaying material on the bottom creates environmental issues in a pond. A pond my size can't handle that much offal without more filtering than I have.
It has to wait a day or two because the homemade net I have won't catch them. I made it to scoop up leaves and grunge on the surface, not catch big goldfish. Gotta go get a legit pond fish net.
Netted & released at midnight in the pond located on the par 3 of the nearby golf course. A viable option short of fertilizer for the rose bushes.
Too bad we don't live next door to you. Our cat ate all but one goldfish from our neighbor's pond a couple of years ago. She came in the house with the back half of her body dripping wet. And it wasn't raining. That's how we knew. (Our neighbors wouldn't take cash, so I reimbursed them with doggie treats for their dogs.)
Jen, I don't understand how your neighbor got her back half wet, and why she came into your house that way.
She was trying to fish the cat out of the pond.
Sir, "cat" was the subject of the previous sentence. "Neighbor's" was an adjective within the prepositional phrase. The meaning is clear. *sighs and rolls eyes*
Keep using "bring" and "take" wrong. It drives him crazy in a way that's fun to watch.
LOL, Sue. And maybe I can borrow him some money sometime....
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