Pass me the bowl.
I was just reading about the threats to the South Park creators. I'm really surprised they haven't been threatened before.
Lots of notations on my post it note, so here goes. My day..
I started by getting the pick up truck. Then I drove by my husband's co-worker's wife as she was apparently trying to get a wheel barrel into her mini van for her Earth day project. I wanted to stop to help, I could have put it in my truck, but the saying "Stop me before I volunteer again." popped into my head. I had too much to worry about myself today, so I guiltily did not offer to help.
My first object of the day was to lay out not one, but now two graves. I had no idea when or if Biv was coming in, as she was out at her show last night. So I set up the two graves for a dig, and when I was done with that she showed up. (commence incessant talking)
It was just around this time that I must have growled at Biv because it dawned on her that I was not in a good mood. She actually toned it down a bit, thank god.
Next I had to get the back hoe out, if it would start (if not, plan B, get the contractor) It did fire up with some but not as much difficulty. Got it out and proceeded to drain the bowl. There is a sludge separating bowl made of glass that is supposed to be cleaned, according to the book, every 250 hours. You can see into it and see the filth. I can't tell you how long it's been since it was last done, but when I drained the bowl as I was told, none of the gunk came out. Since I wasn't going to get into trying to unbolt the bowl and the fule lines going into it, I just figured I had to fill it with fuel again so we could do the dig and have the mechanic deal with it. While trying to fill the damn thing through the tiny hole in the top where the bolt came out, Biv actually noticed it had slipped. The glass bowl had started to fall. UGGGGG!!!! As it turns out, the bowl does separate and come apart, to be cleaned. It was just stuck on pretty well. Thank goodness the damn thing didn't fall. It should have, given Murphy's law and all. Well, once I had that apart, then I was in my glory, stirring up all that much and scraping it off the side of the bowl. It was so packed with sludge that the filth that was supposed to sink to a lower chamber (to then be drained) couldn't because the lower chamber was all filled with gunk, and another inch of the bowl above that. Not good for fuel injecting type things. So once we got that done, and Biv did help by pouring fuel and such, I filled the bowl again with clean fuel and put it back in place and tightened it up. Next time I should be able to just drain the scum, if I don't let it back up like that again.
There are now two more filters that I have to change, one is a regular looking fuel filter, like the kind you might see on a car. I don't have a spare in the shop, so I don't know if it's ever been changed. The other filters I found on the shelf that look like small oil filters I figured out are for the hydrolic oil that runs the backhoe and bucket. I think they have been changed once, but not in a long time. So I'm going to have to changed those too. They need the torque wrench though. Oooooo, I get to use the torque wrench. lol
Biv seems to think cleaning the bowl will fix everything. I'm not so sure. It would be nice, but again, that Murphy character....
After the first dig, which we got to late, we decided to do the second one tomorrow. I had promised my husband's co-worker's wife (the one I blew by this morning) that I would help her project. So I let Biv go early and went over to the path for an hour and a half of hacking at brambles. At around 2:30 it started to rain, then thunder, then pour. Then icy pour. Everyone packed it in, and I and a few others were the last people there. I got to make up for my morning indiscretion by bringing her two wheel barrels and a few other items back to her house for her.
We have a wood chuck living in the cemetery. He has a big hole in one of the wooded hills. If he stays there, he's fine, if he starts digging other places... well, I'll put out food scraps around his hole to attract the coyotes. "LOOK HERE".
My wart... I've been trying the recommended duct tape method. I don't know if it's working or not, but yesterday I had part of it peeled off, dead skin, so I cut the layer off. No pain, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. It finally did, and now I have a bandaid on it. UG.
Apparently we missed a check from Ryther's work. A check had never been cashed. They said it was the second time it had happened, although it turned out to be only the first. They kind of blamed it on the fact that my husband is the only one who wasn't doing direct deposit. I don't trust direct deposit, mostly though because you never can be sure exactly when the check is there. Ryther's brother got in big trouble financially because he would write checks thinking he had the money to cover them, and didn't. Of course, he lived paycheck to paycheck, and thankfully we don't anymore, so it's not really an issue that way. So I told him to get it DD, and they won't make fun of him anymore. Well, not for that anyway.
I had about 6 finches on my feeder today. Goldfinches. Only one was a female. Lucky lady.
I got my brother a Kureg coffee maker for his house (my house) for doing the transmission over. I also now feel bad because he got screwed on the taxes. Neither of us thought about it, but he took my father's IRA money, which never had taxes paid on it, and so he has to pay the taxes. He should have rolled over the money into his IRA, (I didn't know he had one) and paid me the money for the funeral from some other fund. If I had thought of it, I would have said something, but I don't know anything about IRA's. Pisses me off though that no one suggested it to him at the time. Or even said anything about taxes. Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I was listening to a story on NPR about Oxytosin? which is a chemical that makes people like other people and trust them. It was really interesting. Kind of scary too, what it can do to change people. Some people are apparently born with too much of it, and they trust everyone, no matter who it is.
Oh and my brother said the Insurance inspector came by. He asked about the two things that needed to be done, and my brother told them they were done. He didn't want to go in to check he just took my brother's word for it.
Well, enough of that...
Lots of notations on my post it note, so here goes. My day..
I started by getting the pick up truck. Then I drove by my husband's co-worker's wife as she was apparently trying to get a wheel barrel into her mini van for her Earth day project. I wanted to stop to help, I could have put it in my truck, but the saying "Stop me before I volunteer again." popped into my head. I had too much to worry about myself today, so I guiltily did not offer to help.
My first object of the day was to lay out not one, but now two graves. I had no idea when or if Biv was coming in, as she was out at her show last night. So I set up the two graves for a dig, and when I was done with that she showed up. (commence incessant talking)
It was just around this time that I must have growled at Biv because it dawned on her that I was not in a good mood. She actually toned it down a bit, thank god.
Next I had to get the back hoe out, if it would start (if not, plan B, get the contractor) It did fire up with some but not as much difficulty. Got it out and proceeded to drain the bowl. There is a sludge separating bowl made of glass that is supposed to be cleaned, according to the book, every 250 hours. You can see into it and see the filth. I can't tell you how long it's been since it was last done, but when I drained the bowl as I was told, none of the gunk came out. Since I wasn't going to get into trying to unbolt the bowl and the fule lines going into it, I just figured I had to fill it with fuel again so we could do the dig and have the mechanic deal with it. While trying to fill the damn thing through the tiny hole in the top where the bolt came out, Biv actually noticed it had slipped. The glass bowl had started to fall. UGGGGG!!!! As it turns out, the bowl does separate and come apart, to be cleaned. It was just stuck on pretty well. Thank goodness the damn thing didn't fall. It should have, given Murphy's law and all. Well, once I had that apart, then I was in my glory, stirring up all that much and scraping it off the side of the bowl. It was so packed with sludge that the filth that was supposed to sink to a lower chamber (to then be drained) couldn't because the lower chamber was all filled with gunk, and another inch of the bowl above that. Not good for fuel injecting type things. So once we got that done, and Biv did help by pouring fuel and such, I filled the bowl again with clean fuel and put it back in place and tightened it up. Next time I should be able to just drain the scum, if I don't let it back up like that again.
There are now two more filters that I have to change, one is a regular looking fuel filter, like the kind you might see on a car. I don't have a spare in the shop, so I don't know if it's ever been changed. The other filters I found on the shelf that look like small oil filters I figured out are for the hydrolic oil that runs the backhoe and bucket. I think they have been changed once, but not in a long time. So I'm going to have to changed those too. They need the torque wrench though. Oooooo, I get to use the torque wrench. lol
Biv seems to think cleaning the bowl will fix everything. I'm not so sure. It would be nice, but again, that Murphy character....
After the first dig, which we got to late, we decided to do the second one tomorrow. I had promised my husband's co-worker's wife (the one I blew by this morning) that I would help her project. So I let Biv go early and went over to the path for an hour and a half of hacking at brambles. At around 2:30 it started to rain, then thunder, then pour. Then icy pour. Everyone packed it in, and I and a few others were the last people there. I got to make up for my morning indiscretion by bringing her two wheel barrels and a few other items back to her house for her.
We have a wood chuck living in the cemetery. He has a big hole in one of the wooded hills. If he stays there, he's fine, if he starts digging other places... well, I'll put out food scraps around his hole to attract the coyotes. "LOOK HERE".
My wart... I've been trying the recommended duct tape method. I don't know if it's working or not, but yesterday I had part of it peeled off, dead skin, so I cut the layer off. No pain, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. It finally did, and now I have a bandaid on it. UG.
Apparently we missed a check from Ryther's work. A check had never been cashed. They said it was the second time it had happened, although it turned out to be only the first. They kind of blamed it on the fact that my husband is the only one who wasn't doing direct deposit. I don't trust direct deposit, mostly though because you never can be sure exactly when the check is there. Ryther's brother got in big trouble financially because he would write checks thinking he had the money to cover them, and didn't. Of course, he lived paycheck to paycheck, and thankfully we don't anymore, so it's not really an issue that way. So I told him to get it DD, and they won't make fun of him anymore. Well, not for that anyway.
I had about 6 finches on my feeder today. Goldfinches. Only one was a female. Lucky lady.
I got my brother a Kureg coffee maker for his house (my house) for doing the transmission over. I also now feel bad because he got screwed on the taxes. Neither of us thought about it, but he took my father's IRA money, which never had taxes paid on it, and so he has to pay the taxes. He should have rolled over the money into his IRA, (I didn't know he had one) and paid me the money for the funeral from some other fund. If I had thought of it, I would have said something, but I don't know anything about IRA's. Pisses me off though that no one suggested it to him at the time. Or even said anything about taxes. Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I was listening to a story on NPR about Oxytosin? which is a chemical that makes people like other people and trust them. It was really interesting. Kind of scary too, what it can do to change people. Some people are apparently born with too much of it, and they trust everyone, no matter who it is.
Oh and my brother said the Insurance inspector came by. He asked about the two things that needed to be done, and my brother told them they were done. He didn't want to go in to check he just took my brother's word for it.
Well, enough of that...