Happy Easter to all the colored egg lovers.
Remember back when it was kosher to hide that one special egg that wasn't boiled? Then told all the egg hunt'n kids they had to crack their eggs on top their heads before they could eat them? What? You never did that? Boy howdy, what's this world com'n to.
Yesterday turn out a little better than I thought it would. Round bout 4pm I got me the urge to get up and do some dishes and clean up "da house" a little. It needed it that for sure. Tossed all the tools lay'n on the floor slap out the door....right out there in the yard. They easier to sort out when they lay'n in a big ol' pile like that....ya know. Now how long they gonna lay out there before they are stowed in their rightful places? Day, two days....a week? Don't really matter I rekon since that damn goat don't eat tools.....or does he? Well, he did eat my air conditioning filter. Ate the whole damn thing. Stupit goat!
Let's talk bout blogs for a bit. Does you blog receive the traffic you expect? How do ya really know? My blog receives right at 180 hits a day. That sounds reasonable don't it? Well, most of those hits are "robots", little programs from ISPs, search engines and such. So a hit counter is of little use if you are try'n to count visitors that actually read your blog. The only true indication of readership and blog quality is through the comments you receive. No comments mean you are not touching the heart and souls of those that read. Now some people never leave a comment....what gives me the indication that my writing abilities need improvement, or my choice of content needs reconsideration. Or....the old Billy Bob just plain ol' pissed somebody off. That happens ya know.
I find the most interesting blogs are the ones that give an account of every day life. I don't especially care for the "cut and paste" blogs, although I still read them.....somewhat. I usually don't do the video links unless they are something special. I love to read blogs with photos....."Ahhh Billy Bob, where's all your photos"?
Some of the things I really want to do and places I really want to go seem to be way off in the distant future. Well, I ain't got that much distant future left....according to my frick'n Dr. Fronkinstein. Have ya ever had a doctor you just don't like? But he's one of the best in his field? All my life I have shied away from all doctors, unless I thought I was gonna die or something like that. When I had my last heart attack (2008), I sat on the couch for over 6 hours before I called "pesky neighbor" Wayne to take me to the hospital. Then when I got there, the silly nurse says...."why the hell you wait so long"? So now, I got to be "very very careful"....think it was Elmer Fudd said that. My travels need to be planned around hospitals with in close proximity of my camp sites. You know, less than a hunnert mile.
On the agenda for the rest of the day.....Hmmmmmm, let me think bout that. I need to make a trip to Walmart to get my drugs refilled. I'm slap out of bread. Milk is sour. Ain't got no lunch meat. Peanut butter and strawberry jam is get'n low. Why don't Walmart carry Smukers strawberry preserves? All they got is jam an' I don't want freak'n jam.
Oh....that reminds me.....do you eat "pink slime"? I been notice when I cook up some hamburger, nasty look'n stuff come out of it. Is that pink slime? How do ya know what's in your hamburger? Do ya think the meat department is gonna tell ya the truth when ya ask if they have that nasty stuff in the meats? I don't care what they say bout it being safe to eat, I don't want "pink slime" in my diet. Shoot, bugs an' possums are safe to eat too....but I don't want them neither.
Ok.....that's it.....things to do.
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Saturday, April 7, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Duplicate day
Today is a repeat of yesterday....a duplicate. The old bones are still sore and the scrapes and bruises are mend'n.
Now I ask myself, why would a person abuse his self the way way I do? Mostly it could be called impatience, or in short, "bullheadedness". Ya see, all my life when I got something to do (a project) I jump head first, both feet, right into it, not considering what the outcome may be. In the end, I end up with aches and pains, cuts and bruises, from "not pay'n 'tention" to what I'm do'n. Get in too much of a hurry when I got all the time in the world.
Speak'n of slide outs, I were walk'n round "da house" an' notice the bedroom slide has an issue what needs immediate attention before the next rains.
This should be a fairly easy fix with a tube of RTV silicone to glue the seal back in place. But if you look real close, the fiberglass is also cracked.....on both ends of the slide out.. As any RV'er would know, if water gets in through those cracks, you gonna get bubbles, otherwise knowed as delamination (fiberglass separates from the plywood). "So how ya gonna fix that Billy Bob"? Well, I gonna have to think on that a while. Why did the seal pull loose and why is the fiberglass cracked?? Is there a problem I can't see from the outside?
If you're getting tired of read'n bout all my repairs, I'm sorry. But that what I do....fix stuff. It's either fix it or let "da house" fall apart. Fix'n stuff can be an adventure ya know, so bear with me while I put "da house" an' "that jeep" back in tip top shape. LOL to put'n "that jeep" in tip top shape. Piece of junk!!!
Got some things I need to order from Amazon. Probably gonna get the Canon Powershot A1200 camera Shoeless Joe Travelin' with John was talk'n bout with the view finder.
As long as it will fit in my pocket and takes good pics, that what I want.
Well shoot, that was easy, but I fount a better quality (16mp 5x zoom) for a few bucks more. Be here in a week with free shipping.
Also need a couple pressure switches for the emergency park brake on "da house". These are spares just in case one goes out cruis'n down the road a hunnert mile a hour. I've had 4 go out in the last 7 1/2 years. When they go out, you don't go nowheres.
Ok....that's it for now....things to do ya know.
Now I ask myself, why would a person abuse his self the way way I do? Mostly it could be called impatience, or in short, "bullheadedness". Ya see, all my life when I got something to do (a project) I jump head first, both feet, right into it, not considering what the outcome may be. In the end, I end up with aches and pains, cuts and bruises, from "not pay'n 'tention" to what I'm do'n. Get in too much of a hurry when I got all the time in the world.
Speak'n of slide outs, I were walk'n round "da house" an' notice the bedroom slide has an issue what needs immediate attention before the next rains.
If you're getting tired of read'n bout all my repairs, I'm sorry. But that what I do....fix stuff. It's either fix it or let "da house" fall apart. Fix'n stuff can be an adventure ya know, so bear with me while I put "da house" an' "that jeep" back in tip top shape. LOL to put'n "that jeep" in tip top shape. Piece of junk!!!
Got some things I need to order from Amazon. Probably gonna get the Canon Powershot A1200 camera Shoeless Joe Travelin' with John was talk'n bout with the view finder.As long as it will fit in my pocket and takes good pics, that what I want.
Well shoot, that was easy, but I fount a better quality (16mp 5x zoom) for a few bucks more. Be here in a week with free shipping.
Also need a couple pressure switches for the emergency park brake on "da house". These are spares just in case one goes out cruis'n down the road a hunnert mile a hour. I've had 4 go out in the last 7 1/2 years. When they go out, you don't go nowheres.
Ok....that's it for now....things to do ya know.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
A day of rest
Boy howdy, I is tired. Well maybe not tired, but wore slap out.
I was lay'n there in bed this morn'n think'n....what if I stay in bed till lunch time? I could do that ya know and not feel a bit guilty. But there are a few things I want to do today before half of it is gone. Mostly to pick up all my tools and chunks of wood an' stuff scattered all over the place. I'll get Bubba to pick up and stack the concrete blocks, put the house jacks back in the storage shed.....I can do the rest. Then I can sit back and say "another job well done".
As far as fun things to do, I'm on hold. Got to concentrate on fix'n stuff what is either broke or is gonna break. By the way, "that jeep" has got a refrigerant leak on the air conditioning. When you are in an area of high temps and high humidity you gonna appreciate cold air blow'n in your face. Open winders don't cut it like they do in the desert. I remember one time I was leav'n Calif. on my way back to the Texas coast. I turn the dash air on and "nuttin"....only blow hot air. It were a 1200 mile trip through some the hottest parts of America. so's I open all the winders, set the cruise on a hunnert an' let 'er eat. All the ways across Arizona, New Mexico and west Texas I was comfortable. Then I hit the Texas hill country. It was pure misery for the next 300 mile or so to Port Aransas. Sweat was pour off me like I was in a sauna....or something like that.
Got to fix the dash air in "that jeep".
Actually I like fix'n stuff. It's what it does to my body what I don't like. If my lower back and right hip would hold up to all the lift'n an' stuff, I would probably build me a little shack somewheres. Not to live in....just to be building something. I rekon I got sawdust and nails in my blood. Not much makes a man feel better than to step back and look at his accomplishments. Maybe one day I'll get the chance to build my RV shelter.
Dang....took almost an hour to post these pics.......maybe I should be do'n something else.
I was lay'n there in bed this morn'n think'n....what if I stay in bed till lunch time? I could do that ya know and not feel a bit guilty. But there are a few things I want to do today before half of it is gone. Mostly to pick up all my tools and chunks of wood an' stuff scattered all over the place. I'll get Bubba to pick up and stack the concrete blocks, put the house jacks back in the storage shed.....I can do the rest. Then I can sit back and say "another job well done".
As far as fun things to do, I'm on hold. Got to concentrate on fix'n stuff what is either broke or is gonna break. By the way, "that jeep" has got a refrigerant leak on the air conditioning. When you are in an area of high temps and high humidity you gonna appreciate cold air blow'n in your face. Open winders don't cut it like they do in the desert. I remember one time I was leav'n Calif. on my way back to the Texas coast. I turn the dash air on and "nuttin"....only blow hot air. It were a 1200 mile trip through some the hottest parts of America. so's I open all the winders, set the cruise on a hunnert an' let 'er eat. All the ways across Arizona, New Mexico and west Texas I was comfortable. Then I hit the Texas hill country. It was pure misery for the next 300 mile or so to Port Aransas. Sweat was pour off me like I was in a sauna....or something like that.
Got to fix the dash air in "that jeep".
Actually I like fix'n stuff. It's what it does to my body what I don't like. If my lower back and right hip would hold up to all the lift'n an' stuff, I would probably build me a little shack somewheres. Not to live in....just to be building something. I rekon I got sawdust and nails in my blood. Not much makes a man feel better than to step back and look at his accomplishments. Maybe one day I'll get the chance to build my RV shelter.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Slide out repairs 101
I rekon we gonna be talk'n bout this slide out room repair again today. Yesterdays photos do not show the floor damage I have to work with. It's not good.
Here is the roller that was jammed up against the hardwood flooring. As you can see, it ain't jammed no more.
These next two photos are the best shots I can get of the rotted floor with the roller removed. Don't look too bad huh? Until you enlarge them.
So, as you can see, the old Billy Bob is got some engineering to do. Probably gonna be some redneck jigger rig'n by the time all is said an' done.
Before we get to far alone on this project, I got to splain one important item. Yes, the rotted flooring needs replaced. But to replace it, the entire slide out room would have to be removed.....fork lift. In order to remove the slide out, the lower cabinet has to be removed to gain access to the end seal trim, which also acts as a stop so's ya don't over extend the slide. Then the kitchen hardwood flooring would have to be removed and replaced. Not a job for a 70 year old what don't own a fork lift. "Jigger rig it Billy Bob".
I want to thank Riverhauler and BBC for their repair suggestions of using a steel or aluminum plate. This may be the end result if my plywood repair don't work out. Also want to thank BBC for the tip on making my own plastic filler. That will come in handy on many projects I get myself into.
Ok....time to get to work.....make sure you check back as work progresses.
Oh, did I mention I feel like I been beat "wit a stik".
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11:00am
Boy howdy let me tell ya, that old Billy Bob is one lucky sum-a-gun. Made my "redneck gigger rig" roller repair, let the weight of the room down on it, crossed fingers, toes an' eyes and hit the button. That slide out come slap in "da house" just like it were brand spank'n new. Made 4 test runs in and out....work perfect. Although I heared a noise I ain't never hear before. The slide is right at 1/4 inches high on the kitchen side, but no one ever gonna know bout it. Now to finish the project off, I need to go to the lumber yard (Home Depot or Lowes) and find some nice look'n door sweep to install on the front of the cabinet.Then it a done deal. "Check that noise Billy Bob, may be something important".
Now who the hell gonna clean up this mess. Tools, boards an' sticks lay'n everywheres.
One last photo of a Billy Bob redneck gigger rig rotted floor slide out roller repair.
That was the bestest nap I had in at least 3 days. Boy howdy!
Here is the roller that was jammed up against the hardwood flooring. As you can see, it ain't jammed no more.
Before we get to far alone on this project, I got to splain one important item. Yes, the rotted flooring needs replaced. But to replace it, the entire slide out room would have to be removed.....fork lift. In order to remove the slide out, the lower cabinet has to be removed to gain access to the end seal trim, which also acts as a stop so's ya don't over extend the slide. Then the kitchen hardwood flooring would have to be removed and replaced. Not a job for a 70 year old what don't own a fork lift. "Jigger rig it Billy Bob".
I want to thank Riverhauler and BBC for their repair suggestions of using a steel or aluminum plate. This may be the end result if my plywood repair don't work out. Also want to thank BBC for the tip on making my own plastic filler. That will come in handy on many projects I get myself into.
Ok....time to get to work.....make sure you check back as work progresses.
Oh, did I mention I feel like I been beat "wit a stik".
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11:00am
Boy howdy let me tell ya, that old Billy Bob is one lucky sum-a-gun. Made my "redneck gigger rig" roller repair, let the weight of the room down on it, crossed fingers, toes an' eyes and hit the button. That slide out come slap in "da house" just like it were brand spank'n new. Made 4 test runs in and out....work perfect. Although I heared a noise I ain't never hear before. The slide is right at 1/4 inches high on the kitchen side, but no one ever gonna know bout it. Now to finish the project off, I need to go to the lumber yard (Home Depot or Lowes) and find some nice look'n door sweep to install on the front of the cabinet.Then it a done deal. "Check that noise Billy Bob, may be something important".
Now who the hell gonna clean up this mess. Tools, boards an' sticks lay'n everywheres.
One last photo of a Billy Bob redneck gigger rig rotted floor slide out roller repair.
That was the bestest nap I had in at least 3 days. Boy howdy!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Where do I start???
Well, it looks like I got to make another important decision again today. With the help of OFM Barney, yesterdays important decision to go eat at San Juan's Mexican Restaurant in Port Aransas was a total success. That old Barney can surely put some food away. Clean his plate up lickity split. I were just bout half done with my "sizzl'n fajitas" when I see old Barney eye ball's my shrimps. Yes I shared.
Put'n plans down on a piece of paper seems to always pay off in the long run. We talk'n slide out repairs here ya know. Ya see, I got to raise the slide out room as far up as it will go, what ain't but a couple inches, to get to the rollers it sits on. Straight up with a little tilt out at the bottom. Last night, me and Bubba toted some concrete blocks to build a base for the house jacks (railroad jacks). Photos will be posted as we progress into this dreaded job.
One characteristic of a Jeep is called the "death wobble". Usually caused by worn bushings and grommets in the front suspension. It grows worse when modifications have been made, like lift kits, oversized tires, and in my case, replacing standard suspension with long arm suspension. When I bought "that jeep", it had all the above....even the "death wobble". You can google death wobble to see what I'm talk'n bout. This repair project will wait till more "repair" research is done.
Ok....things to do ya know....laters.
See what I was tell'n ya...I got photos.
Got to the rollers, but no way to remove any of them. The first 2 pics show the rollers against the flooring. That's not good as it stops them from rolling. How to fix that? You watch old Billy Bob break out his wood chisels....cut that floor'n slap out the way. *Knock on wood*
This last roller has an issue. Due to infiltration of water, the sub floor has softened and the roller sinked into it bout a quarter inch. "Let me see ya fix that Billy Bob". Gonna be do'n some think'n on that. Since the sub floor is soft, I should be able to prys the screws out with no problem. Then shim up the roller with a couple pieces of 3/8 inches plywood......what ya think?
Put'n plans down on a piece of paper seems to always pay off in the long run. We talk'n slide out repairs here ya know. Ya see, I got to raise the slide out room as far up as it will go, what ain't but a couple inches, to get to the rollers it sits on. Straight up with a little tilt out at the bottom. Last night, me and Bubba toted some concrete blocks to build a base for the house jacks (railroad jacks). Photos will be posted as we progress into this dreaded job.
One characteristic of a Jeep is called the "death wobble". Usually caused by worn bushings and grommets in the front suspension. It grows worse when modifications have been made, like lift kits, oversized tires, and in my case, replacing standard suspension with long arm suspension. When I bought "that jeep", it had all the above....even the "death wobble". You can google death wobble to see what I'm talk'n bout. This repair project will wait till more "repair" research is done.
Ok....things to do ya know....laters.
See what I was tell'n ya...I got photos.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Now what???
Holy cows, how do ya write a blog post when you're sit'n in your nephews yard with a goat want'n to come in "da house"? That freak'n goat met me at the gate as soon as I pulled up to "El Rancho Abraham". Wouldn't move....just stood there, right in my way. Stupit goat.
We all know why I am here, back on the coast. To fix stuff. Stuff does break down from time to time and we have to take time out of our lives to do a few repairs if we desire to continue to live the "easy life". The easy life is not all that easy. And then there's maintenance issues that should be taken care of too....break pads on "da house", repack front wheel bearings, replace tires....boy howdy, that $2000 plus. Then there's "that jeep" what always needs something done to it. Got that shimmy in the front end ya know. Bad shimmy....shake your liver loose.
When I arrived in Sinton yesterday afternoon I decided I would lay back and relax a bit. Boy howdy let me tell ya, I took me a nap of naps. After supper, courtesy of neice in law, I laid down on the couch. Sleeped all the ways up to 9:30pm. Got up and says...."how I gonna get to sleep when I go to bed"? Weren't no problem. Out like a light.
Got a few important phone calls to make today. Maybe drive "that jeep" over to the island and pick up my mail. Maybe toss a hook in the water. Eat me up a afternoon dinner at San Juan's Mexican Restaurant. Yeah, I could do that.
Got lots of plan'n to do before I tackle the slide problem. Safety is at issue. Sure don't want that thing lay'n out there in the yard on top old Billy Bob. Which is highly improbable. Nephew will be back from the oil fields in a few more days, so I may just wait for his assistance. Him do the work while I supervise. Will post pics as work progresses.
Ok....on with my day
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Just for Tammy in the comments.....here is a pic of the goat
It's nice to have friends help make important decisions. Afternoon dinner (2pm) with the OFM Barney in Port Aransas at San Juan Mexican Restaurant. Boy howdy, old Billy Bob gonna eat me up some sizzl'n fajitas.
We all know why I am here, back on the coast. To fix stuff. Stuff does break down from time to time and we have to take time out of our lives to do a few repairs if we desire to continue to live the "easy life". The easy life is not all that easy. And then there's maintenance issues that should be taken care of too....break pads on "da house", repack front wheel bearings, replace tires....boy howdy, that $2000 plus. Then there's "that jeep" what always needs something done to it. Got that shimmy in the front end ya know. Bad shimmy....shake your liver loose.
When I arrived in Sinton yesterday afternoon I decided I would lay back and relax a bit. Boy howdy let me tell ya, I took me a nap of naps. After supper, courtesy of neice in law, I laid down on the couch. Sleeped all the ways up to 9:30pm. Got up and says...."how I gonna get to sleep when I go to bed"? Weren't no problem. Out like a light.
Got a few important phone calls to make today. Maybe drive "that jeep" over to the island and pick up my mail. Maybe toss a hook in the water. Eat me up a afternoon dinner at San Juan's Mexican Restaurant. Yeah, I could do that.
Got lots of plan'n to do before I tackle the slide problem. Safety is at issue. Sure don't want that thing lay'n out there in the yard on top old Billy Bob. Which is highly improbable. Nephew will be back from the oil fields in a few more days, so I may just wait for his assistance. Him do the work while I supervise. Will post pics as work progresses.
Ok....on with my day
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Just for Tammy in the comments.....here is a pic of the goat
It's nice to have friends help make important decisions. Afternoon dinner (2pm) with the OFM Barney in Port Aransas at San Juan Mexican Restaurant. Boy howdy, old Billy Bob gonna eat me up some sizzl'n fajitas.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Left or right???
There comes a time in every mans life when he has to make an important decision. Mine comes at a time when I am having way toooo much fun.
This is what I am leaving behind .....that one nice fish even if'n I do say so myself. What ya rekon that big mama weighs? A hunnert pounds?
Today is departure day for the OFM Barney and Billy Bob.....go'n down the road a piece ya know. The decision I have to make this morning is if Im gonna extend my stay at Falcon Lake for a few more days or head 'em up to the Gulf coast and get a job repairing motor homes.
Ya see, my slide out has got to the point that it needs physical man power assistance to retract back into "da house". This should be a simple fix since the slide out floats in the hole with 4 or 5 rollers under it. Simple??? Oh no, not so simple to get to the rollers with close to 1000 pounds sit'n on top them. The slide has to be raised or taken completely out. To take it completely out, I will need to go to Walmart and purchase a fork lift.
"That's all I have to say bout that".....GUMP
9:am....
Decision has been made. Go'n on down the road a piece. I've catched up enough bass fish to call this a successful trip. I've enjoyed to weather....other than the winds. Have gotten used to the gun shoot'n 2 or 3 times a week in the little town of Falcon Heights, hot rod cars spin'n donuts at the intersection. Yeah, I think I may be back here next winter.
In the mean time...."load 'em up Billy Bob". See ya down the road.
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See, I tole ya so. For everybody what thought old Billy Bob was gonna set up homestead at Falcon Lake, I didn't. On up the road a piece bout a hunnert mile with only a hunnert more to go. Sadie Mae says...."where we go'n daddy"???
3:50pm....arrival Sinton, Texas
Well shoot....that didn't take long. Seems like just this morn'n I was decid'n if'n I wanted to make one last try for that elusive 14 pounds bass. Probably would have got him too I betcha.
Took a different route from Falcon Heights to Sinton than the way I went down. Much better road....with the exception of 30 miles of dug up highway. I ain't kid'n neither, they done dug all the blacktop out down to dirt. There was 8 to 10 feets of rough shoulder what was better than driv'n 60 mile a hour on the dirt.
Took one rest break in some little "don't blink yer eyes" burg. Fount me a 12 feets ling piece of 2" inside diameter PVC pipe. Now what I gonna make out of that? I betcha I think of something.
Ok....lay back time before supper.
Today is departure day for the OFM Barney and Billy Bob.....go'n down the road a piece ya know. The decision I have to make this morning is if Im gonna extend my stay at Falcon Lake for a few more days or head 'em up to the Gulf coast and get a job repairing motor homes.
Ya see, my slide out has got to the point that it needs physical man power assistance to retract back into "da house". This should be a simple fix since the slide out floats in the hole with 4 or 5 rollers under it. Simple??? Oh no, not so simple to get to the rollers with close to 1000 pounds sit'n on top them. The slide has to be raised or taken completely out. To take it completely out, I will need to go to Walmart and purchase a fork lift.
"That's all I have to say bout that".....GUMP
9:am....
Decision has been made. Go'n on down the road a piece. I've catched up enough bass fish to call this a successful trip. I've enjoyed to weather....other than the winds. Have gotten used to the gun shoot'n 2 or 3 times a week in the little town of Falcon Heights, hot rod cars spin'n donuts at the intersection. Yeah, I think I may be back here next winter.
In the mean time...."load 'em up Billy Bob". See ya down the road.
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See, I tole ya so. For everybody what thought old Billy Bob was gonna set up homestead at Falcon Lake, I didn't. On up the road a piece bout a hunnert mile with only a hunnert more to go. Sadie Mae says...."where we go'n daddy"???
3:50pm....arrival Sinton, Texas
Well shoot....that didn't take long. Seems like just this morn'n I was decid'n if'n I wanted to make one last try for that elusive 14 pounds bass. Probably would have got him too I betcha.
Took a different route from Falcon Heights to Sinton than the way I went down. Much better road....with the exception of 30 miles of dug up highway. I ain't kid'n neither, they done dug all the blacktop out down to dirt. There was 8 to 10 feets of rough shoulder what was better than driv'n 60 mile a hour on the dirt.
Took one rest break in some little "don't blink yer eyes" burg. Fount me a 12 feets ling piece of 2" inside diameter PVC pipe. Now what I gonna make out of that? I betcha I think of something.
Ok....lay back time before supper.
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