"My idea of exercise is a good brisk sit." - Phyllis Diller

When the day started my brain had a long to-do list it wanted to run through, but my body thought shaving made for a full schedule. In the end the two settled on something in the middle.

I split a few more of those rounds and decided some of them will have to be set aside to dry out more. When hit as hard as I can swing that maul they ooze water and don't come close to splitting.
Pam got two bags of grass seed from BiMart, an Oregon chain that's a cross between a down-scale Walmart and a Goodwill. Cheap everything, including bags of grass seed for $6 each. She got the last two and I spread them over the area now cleared of both trees and the piles of wood they turned into. It may be too cold for good germination, but for $12 I'll take the risk for the sake of lessening the amount of mud we'll otherwise have through the winter.

After lunch I screwed up all the determination I could muster, fired up the truck, and drove it first to the gas station and then into the DMV.
Before leaving I told Pam that the truck owns me. She understood; it has me feeling totally overwhelmed and just plain beat. Hey, I've driven it twice, and both times been stranded by a breakdown.

But the license plates in this pic are proof. I made the 30-mile round trip successfully, had no breakdown, and the truck is again parked in Barnette.
I told her when I got back that while the truck and I are not what you could call bonded I do feel marginally better about its future. Today I learned that the line to the back of the oil pressure gauge leaks, which explains the spots on the top of my right shoe and the fluctuating pressure readings.
I did not learn how to do a hot start. This truck has a manual choke and a manual throttle advance which have to be manipulated in concert to get the engine running. When it's cold it's as simple as pulling them both all the way out. But as I discovered when trying to leave the gas station, and again leaving DMV, the position of each when the truck is up to temp is trickier. I'll just have to keep at it until I figure out the right balance.
The good news: I'm not the least worried that anyone will steal it.

Until we can build our tiny house we're contentedly living in MoHo, our 1975 single wide. It was a cheapo back then and hasn't aged gracefully. One place where that shows is the bathroom window. It's a casement window, meaning a window that opens via a crank mechanism in the lower right corner of the frame. In this case three panes of frosted glass pivot outward at the bottom of each pane. That's a great design for this application, allowing us to have the window open when showering even if it's raining. But even with that we were getting mold on the walls from the humidity, so I rigged up this fan to exhaust the steam while we shower. It's done the trick; we've had no mold since I installed it.
Alas, in the last month the gears inside the crank mechanism have begun to fail. The crank just spins without moving the window unless we apply pressure to the bottom of one of the panes. Closing is a bigger problem that requires reaching out and pulling the bottom of the middle pane in while turning the crank.

I checked at Lowe's and I can't get a replacement casement window, but I can get a double hung window custom made for this odd sized opening.
For $223.
So I'm trying to think of a McGuyver fix. Something that will open at the top and bottom so we can still exhaust the humid air, but that will keep the wind and rain out.
I think the best I may be able to do is making a window that's hinged at the top and fixed (closed) at the bottom. Then we'd just leave the door ajar a bit to get fresh air in. I could also cut a bit more off the bottom of the door to create a bigger gap.
Mobile homes have no eaves, but I may also be able to screw something like an awning to the metal exterior that will reduce the chances of rain getting in.
Hmmmm.

Some days, like today, I think I can see the end of work that involves my hands. Things like swinging a maul, or wrenching on a truck. My thumbs are getting more out of alignment, more painful, and weaker.
I don't like that, but it's reality. Learn to deal with it, eh?