I messed up. Even though I was up at 12:30 a.m. I forgot about reserving a campsite for the eclipse in 8/21. Reservations opened at 12:01 and by the time I remembered at 6 a.m. they were all taken. I read later that every state park within 100 miles of the arc of totality was taken by 1:00 a.m.
Drat!
I left for my run at 9 a.m. and it was 40 degrees. I've ordered a pair of running tights 'cause it's only gonna get colder and I don't want to wait until mid-morning before leaving, especially as distance and total time increases.
BTW, my brother Scott alerted me to the wit and wisdom of Ambrose Bierce (the quote at the top). He's a bit of a grouch, but wrote some clever stuff.
It took me 20 minutes to swap out the horn relay and that was indeed the fix. It took me three hours to swap out the gas tank sending unit. Ugh! I got the new one snugged down and wired to discover it didn't work, either. Spent the next two hours taking it in/out learning that it worked until I tightened that bolt down. Or the other one. Or another one.
The float sends an electric signal through a terminal at the top center of the unit. I eventually figured out that if that attachment point isn't in exactly. the. right. position. it doesn't send the signal. Tightening down the attachment bolts will move it just enough to cause it to malfunction (read empty). I *think* I have everything both tight and aligned just so, but the first time I go over a bump I may read empty again.
Bad repop stuff. One of the realities of restorations.
I have other things to do, but hypothermia isn't fun. Today's high was 45 and tomorrow's is supposed to be 61, so I'll tackle more projects then. Including a leaky carb gasket.
Also on tomorrow's agenda, a trip to see Marta at Omega Farms. Marta is the breeder of the Boer goats who has promised us her first two bottle babies. Pam had a Facebook conversation with her yesterday because we'd asked if we could come see a goat give birth. Marta sent a message saying "come now if you can," and then 10 minutes later, "Oops. Too late." Then she invited us out to see the new babies.
Alas, these two new doelings won't be bottle babies; their mom can take good care of them. And Marta says the next does to give birth - three of them - aren't due until mid-December.
Phooey.
Bottle babies aren't weaned for three months, which means *one* of us can't go to Phoenix in January to visit the kids and grandkids. Hmmmm. Who do you think will stay home to take care of the goats??
What's the chance that out of those three does she'll have bottle babies? I'm hoping to get a better idea tomorrow when we go to see the new goat kids. And if they're each experienced moms, does she have other does coming due later? If not I'll go on the hunt at other breeders of Boer goats. If that happens we may not be able to find bottle babies, and will come home with a...pregnant doe?? They sell for a lot more than bottle babies, so that's a problem.
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