Yesterday weren't all that bad. I piddled round do'n stuff, none important or worthy of the written word. Just a day of "do'n nuttin".
The first thing I do was to move "Sally da house" a couple feet to the left so the awning could be put out....correctly. Ok, here's the deal, the brakes work just fine. How comes??? I try them with the engine run'n an' with it off. The brake pedal would not bind up, stick or nuttin like that no matter how hard I push on 'em. I'm think'n I got a problem deeper than what I was expect'n. More on that as diagnosis and inspections unfurl. In simple terms, gotta go take a look see under "da house".
I sit on "da porch" for a bit. Break out a big screwdriver an' take my Weber grill apart. Remember them little fold out table thingamagigs what I burn slap up? Well I grind all them melted plastic bubbles off the surface an' straighten 'em. Ain't like brand spank'n new, but it looks much better. In the process, I got me a big ol' blister on my thumb where I was testing the super hot temp of a piece of angle iron. (Angle iron was used on top of the grill grate to protect further melting of the table thingys while I softened the plastic to straighten). "Duh Billy Bob, that's hot". Didn't take me long to look at that piece of angle iron. Ya ever pull a cast iron skillet full of cornbread out a hot oven without a mitt? Boy howdy I done that a few time in my life. Still ain't learn a thing bout fire an' hot stuff.
Put the remains of that beef stew soup out for the cats. I ain't eat'n that stuff. It done turn green. Well, the cats ain't gonna eat it neither.....it still there this morn'n. Maybe the birds will. Sadie Mae even turn her nose up to it.
Speak'n of Sadie Mae. She knows she is home. Spend half her time over at Wayne's house....git'n free food I betcha. First thing she do every morn'n is go knock on his door....then go for rides on the golf cart. This goes on all day long until Wayne finally calls it a day.....locks her ass out. Wayne loves Sadie Mae an' Sadie Mae loves Wayne.
Dumped a bunch of air out my bed last night. Ahhh, that feels much gooder. I sleeped till 8:30 this morn'n. Only had me one leg cramp last night, an' that was at 8:30 this morn'n. But it were a good'un.....I mean to tell ya. Didn't think I would ever get that thing out. As I stated many times before, there ain't no amount of bananas in the world or no amount of mustard is gonna fix my leg cramps. It's gonna take fix'n my back. Nuff said!!!
Well shoot, what I gonna do today. A Walmart run is needed, but don't know that I'm up to one. I remember a time I would never turn down a trip to Walmart. Some of ya may remember. Got me a "to do" list started. Damn, I'm gonna be here a long time. Just little piddle stuff to keep my mind off negative thoughts ya know. No projects.
That's all I got. Laters....
The first thing I do was to move "Sally da house" a couple feet to the left so the awning could be put out....correctly. Ok, here's the deal, the brakes work just fine. How comes??? I try them with the engine run'n an' with it off. The brake pedal would not bind up, stick or nuttin like that no matter how hard I push on 'em. I'm think'n I got a problem deeper than what I was expect'n. More on that as diagnosis and inspections unfurl. In simple terms, gotta go take a look see under "da house".
I sit on "da porch" for a bit. Break out a big screwdriver an' take my Weber grill apart. Remember them little fold out table thingamagigs what I burn slap up? Well I grind all them melted plastic bubbles off the surface an' straighten 'em. Ain't like brand spank'n new, but it looks much better. In the process, I got me a big ol' blister on my thumb where I was testing the super hot temp of a piece of angle iron. (Angle iron was used on top of the grill grate to protect further melting of the table thingys while I softened the plastic to straighten). "Duh Billy Bob, that's hot". Didn't take me long to look at that piece of angle iron. Ya ever pull a cast iron skillet full of cornbread out a hot oven without a mitt? Boy howdy I done that a few time in my life. Still ain't learn a thing bout fire an' hot stuff.
Put the remains of that beef stew soup out for the cats. I ain't eat'n that stuff. It done turn green. Well, the cats ain't gonna eat it neither.....it still there this morn'n. Maybe the birds will. Sadie Mae even turn her nose up to it.
Speak'n of Sadie Mae. She knows she is home. Spend half her time over at Wayne's house....git'n free food I betcha. First thing she do every morn'n is go knock on his door....then go for rides on the golf cart. This goes on all day long until Wayne finally calls it a day.....locks her ass out. Wayne loves Sadie Mae an' Sadie Mae loves Wayne.
Dumped a bunch of air out my bed last night. Ahhh, that feels much gooder. I sleeped till 8:30 this morn'n. Only had me one leg cramp last night, an' that was at 8:30 this morn'n. But it were a good'un.....I mean to tell ya. Didn't think I would ever get that thing out. As I stated many times before, there ain't no amount of bananas in the world or no amount of mustard is gonna fix my leg cramps. It's gonna take fix'n my back. Nuff said!!!
Well shoot, what I gonna do today. A Walmart run is needed, but don't know that I'm up to one. I remember a time I would never turn down a trip to Walmart. Some of ya may remember. Got me a "to do" list started. Damn, I'm gonna be here a long time. Just little piddle stuff to keep my mind off negative thoughts ya know. No projects.
That's all I got. Laters....
That brake problem sounds kinda tricky, hop ya git it all fixed up.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your time at home there.
Brake problems gets deeper an' deeper the more I google. My god, I may have to replace "Sally da house" before I get good safe brakes.
DeleteA bunch of small projects are more fun than one huge one. You don't get bored, you get it done quicker, and then you can go fishing.
ReplyDeleteProjects are meant for fun. Fix'n broke stuff don't fit in the project category....it's work.
DeletePlease be careful driving with questionable brakes. Don't want you getting hurt, ya know.
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