Number One Fan
After a terribly long time, I have restored the bathroom ventilation fan to working order. The last time I tried to repair it, none of the replacement kits would fit, and my best option was to buy one and modify the motor shaft. Bleh A year later, and the replacement/upgrade motor kits no longer have the same shaft (D-style) as our old burned out motor, but with a little finesse, I was able to remount the motor so the shaft would not drill through the existing fan housing.
I think it may be a little louder than our old fan, but it also moves more cubic feet per minute, so I'm not particularly surprised nor annoyed by it.
Shorter Grass = Shorter Mowing Time
Now that the lawn has been more or less tamed for the start of mowing season, getting the job done with the gasoline mower seems to take less time than with the electric mower. The main reason is because the electric mower can only last for about 1/3 of the lawn per charge, and I must push progressively slower as the charge depletes.
The gasoline mower, on the other hand, lasts for more than 1/2 of the yard, and I can pretty much maintain pushing speed. I was able to complete the side, back, and half the front yard in about 2.5 hours instead of the 4 it took me during the waist-high debacle. In spite of our attempt to maintain the house and yard in a more eco-friendly manner, I have to admit that the petroleum powered method is lot more robust, convenient, and ironically, allows me more free time to do stuff...or not. It allows me more choice.
Yeah, I can tell y'all care.... 8^P
Model Railroading is Fun! And Occasionally Dangerous
My pair of Southern #722 weren't operating so well this weekend thanks to the filth their wheels accumulated last weekend. A lot of manual scraping took place to get the gunk off of them so they'd run nicely again. While I was aimlessly puttering around the museum, one of the club members came back into the museum after going to get some tool or other from the portable layout storage area.
I need some assistance from someone with a strong stomach reverberated through the building. The poor guy had come limping back down the hill with some paper towels taped over his shin where he had tripped over something and gouged himself. Bleh Apparently, everyone else is squeamish, but as my wife has dulled my senses about these things with her "lamprey" wound, this didn't bother me in the slightest other than being cautious about all the blood. and repeatedly washing stuff with antibacterial soap and spraying some things with hydrogen peroxide.
Who knew model railroading could be so dangerous?
Dreamtime Fu
Josie and Ignatius demanded lap time from us this weekend. While my sweetie sat cross-legged on her chair, Josie decided that the cradle formed by that pose was a perfect nap spot. My sweetie ended up using Josie as a support for her notebook while she scribbled notes for her class. Josie purred loudly the whole time. I guess she thought it was some sort of massage.
Ignatius sprawled on his back in my lap--just like when he was a kitten, including one forepaw stretched into space. He, too, fell asleep, quite contented.
MMMMM! Plush kitty endorphins!
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
ealdhtryth was discontent with one of the new rugs--it simply would not lay flat, so we went out and bought a replacement for it. She also didn't like the look of the "steampunk" throw rug where it was. A long runner that matches the large rug now fills the space, but owing to how the light hits it, it doesn't appear to match color-for-color. Now the steampunk rug covers the transition from library to living room. I have the feeling more rugs will be acquired now that ealdthryth has discovered their decorative potential.
They're Everywhere!
OK, I get the safety campaign that we need to keep an eye out for motorcyclists--they're vehicle is smaller and less protective than these hard-shell things the rest of us drive. I do keep an eye out. But by keeping aware, I focuses my attention on the fact it really is hard to reconcile the frequent motorcycle safety campaigns with the flagrant speed and moving violations that a lot of motorcyclists I see on the Interstate indulging in.
Riding on the line between me and a semi is NOT safely operating your motorcycle. Sprinting up my neighborhood street at at least double the 25 mph speed limit is NOT safe (especially considering the pot holes, loose dogs, and folks walking or jogging) Flying up the Interstate at 85 or 90 mph is not endearing you to your fellow travelers--and it is NOT safe.
The bottom line is this: if you want other motorists to respect you and find your safety campaign credible RECIPROCATE by actually obeying the traffic laws and driving your motorcycle in a safe manner--don't abrogate your own responsibilities as a motorist.
Discontinued
My sweetie canceled the remaining steampunk programs after next month's. Reason: Dearth of Interest and/or Paucity of People. In part, I feel somewhat responsible. My own lack of enthusiasm for the perceived wastage of my time putting together programs for no-shows may have spurred her towards this decision, but I suspect her own frustration over zero attendance at the fashion program pretty probably was the proverbial straw.
I think it may be a little louder than our old fan, but it also moves more cubic feet per minute, so I'm not particularly surprised nor annoyed by it.
Shorter Grass = Shorter Mowing Time
Now that the lawn has been more or less tamed for the start of mowing season, getting the job done with the gasoline mower seems to take less time than with the electric mower. The main reason is because the electric mower can only last for about 1/3 of the lawn per charge, and I must push progressively slower as the charge depletes.
The gasoline mower, on the other hand, lasts for more than 1/2 of the yard, and I can pretty much maintain pushing speed. I was able to complete the side, back, and half the front yard in about 2.5 hours instead of the 4 it took me during the waist-high debacle. In spite of our attempt to maintain the house and yard in a more eco-friendly manner, I have to admit that the petroleum powered method is lot more robust, convenient, and ironically, allows me more free time to do stuff...or not. It allows me more choice.
Yeah, I can tell y'all care.... 8^P
Model Railroading is Fun! And Occasionally Dangerous
My pair of Southern #722 weren't operating so well this weekend thanks to the filth their wheels accumulated last weekend. A lot of manual scraping took place to get the gunk off of them so they'd run nicely again. While I was aimlessly puttering around the museum, one of the club members came back into the museum after going to get some tool or other from the portable layout storage area.
I need some assistance from someone with a strong stomach reverberated through the building. The poor guy had come limping back down the hill with some paper towels taped over his shin where he had tripped over something and gouged himself. Bleh Apparently, everyone else is squeamish, but as my wife has dulled my senses about these things with her "lamprey" wound, this didn't bother me in the slightest other than being cautious about all the blood. and repeatedly washing stuff with antibacterial soap and spraying some things with hydrogen peroxide.
Who knew model railroading could be so dangerous?
Dreamtime Fu
Josie and Ignatius demanded lap time from us this weekend. While my sweetie sat cross-legged on her chair, Josie decided that the cradle formed by that pose was a perfect nap spot. My sweetie ended up using Josie as a support for her notebook while she scribbled notes for her class. Josie purred loudly the whole time. I guess she thought it was some sort of massage.
Ignatius sprawled on his back in my lap--just like when he was a kitten, including one forepaw stretched into space. He, too, fell asleep, quite contented.
MMMMM! Plush kitty endorphins!
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
ealdhtryth was discontent with one of the new rugs--it simply would not lay flat, so we went out and bought a replacement for it. She also didn't like the look of the "steampunk" throw rug where it was. A long runner that matches the large rug now fills the space, but owing to how the light hits it, it doesn't appear to match color-for-color. Now the steampunk rug covers the transition from library to living room. I have the feeling more rugs will be acquired now that ealdthryth has discovered their decorative potential.
They're Everywhere!
OK, I get the safety campaign that we need to keep an eye out for motorcyclists--they're vehicle is smaller and less protective than these hard-shell things the rest of us drive. I do keep an eye out. But by keeping aware, I focuses my attention on the fact it really is hard to reconcile the frequent motorcycle safety campaigns with the flagrant speed and moving violations that a lot of motorcyclists I see on the Interstate indulging in.
Riding on the line between me and a semi is NOT safely operating your motorcycle. Sprinting up my neighborhood street at at least double the 25 mph speed limit is NOT safe (especially considering the pot holes, loose dogs, and folks walking or jogging) Flying up the Interstate at 85 or 90 mph is not endearing you to your fellow travelers--and it is NOT safe.
The bottom line is this: if you want other motorists to respect you and find your safety campaign credible RECIPROCATE by actually obeying the traffic laws and driving your motorcycle in a safe manner--don't abrogate your own responsibilities as a motorist.
Discontinued
My sweetie canceled the remaining steampunk programs after next month's. Reason: Dearth of Interest and/or Paucity of People. In part, I feel somewhat responsible. My own lack of enthusiasm for the perceived wastage of my time putting together programs for no-shows may have spurred her towards this decision, but I suspect her own frustration over zero attendance at the fashion program pretty probably was the proverbial straw.