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A few weeks ago Lady started losing water and having trouble with her cooling system. Finally figured out her radiator cap was shot and letting all the steam just blow out. Easy cheap fix, but took time.
A few days later someone throws a rock through her window and steals my bags out of her. Lost my bag with all my swimming stuff, and my school bag. With nearly all my books, notes, flash drives, damn near EVERYTHING related to classes. OK, found work around for all that within 3 hours. Borrowed books and photocopied last few chapters, got copies of notes from better classmates, new window ordered in same day, etc. All this while I'm hosting a good friend from San Fran. So she got shafted a bit, but was wonderfully supportive. Got back on track with minimal expense, but lost two days doing so. Too much time.
A few days later my trailer blows a propane line. I know right where the problem is. Propane lines are easy and cheap to work on. No problem. Except it takes time. And I have guests coming from Russia and LA for Camp Jitterbug. We need hot water. So I run out to get the parts.
Lady blows her radiator while I'm out getting parts. The new cap builds more pressure in the radiator than she's used to and the cold weld patch I put on it when the wreck cracked it last year gave away. OK, not hard or expensive to fix. I just need to put a new cold weld patch on and give it a full day to cure. Then put a second layer on and give another day to cure. Just ride my bike for a few.... oh, bike is up in B-ham. Oh, I pick up a car load of people from the airport in SIX HOURS! I also have a VERY important TAC meeting on campus in a few hours.
Lady limps me home. Fix propane lines. Patch radiator. Jenny is a sweetheart and drives me to my meeting to give the cold weld patch more time to cure. Get home and run to airport. Of course the patch doesn't hold, it's had 1/4 the time it needs to cure! But Lady is a frickin little tank and gets me to the airprot anyway and hauls everyone to capitol hill for Camp Jitterbug. I dump a lot of water in her every time we stop.
Oh, both Frisky and I have Doc apointments in Belligham Fri. Put new cold weld patch on when we get home. Of course it won't hold either cause it also will only get 1/4 the time it needs to cure. In fact, in the next 4 days there is not a single stretch of more than 6 hours that Lady can go without being on the road. Pulling her off the road leaves people stranded. People that flew in from very far away, and that I love, and that I rarely get to see.
So I call ahead to make sure someone in B-ham has a radiator for me. I head north and about every 30 miles I stop and dump more water in Lady the entire way to B-ham. Go to apointments, and drop in a new radiator. Cheaper and far faster than I expect. Except I botch a transmission fluid line. Luckily catch it before burning out my tranny. Take her apart AGAIN, and fix line. I think. I hope. Haul kids down from B-ham to Seattle for Camp Jitterbug. Lady holds solid.
Do NOT feel like dancing at this point. Want to curl into a ball and wait for the world to burn. Go to dance so my guests don't get stranded there. Carl is just outside the door, and that instantly makes everything better. Can't wait for him to move here in two years. Walk in and Bethany is just inside the door, and that's enough to make ANYTHING better.
I'm way behind in school and worn out to my near break point, but I got a hug last night from Bethany.
Sometimes that's enough.
I now get to spend the rest of my weekend behind this computer studying and modelling.
No sun for me. :(
A few days later someone throws a rock through her window and steals my bags out of her. Lost my bag with all my swimming stuff, and my school bag. With nearly all my books, notes, flash drives, damn near EVERYTHING related to classes. OK, found work around for all that within 3 hours. Borrowed books and photocopied last few chapters, got copies of notes from better classmates, new window ordered in same day, etc. All this while I'm hosting a good friend from San Fran. So she got shafted a bit, but was wonderfully supportive. Got back on track with minimal expense, but lost two days doing so. Too much time.
A few days later my trailer blows a propane line. I know right where the problem is. Propane lines are easy and cheap to work on. No problem. Except it takes time. And I have guests coming from Russia and LA for Camp Jitterbug. We need hot water. So I run out to get the parts.
Lady blows her radiator while I'm out getting parts. The new cap builds more pressure in the radiator than she's used to and the cold weld patch I put on it when the wreck cracked it last year gave away. OK, not hard or expensive to fix. I just need to put a new cold weld patch on and give it a full day to cure. Then put a second layer on and give another day to cure. Just ride my bike for a few.... oh, bike is up in B-ham. Oh, I pick up a car load of people from the airport in SIX HOURS! I also have a VERY important TAC meeting on campus in a few hours.
Lady limps me home. Fix propane lines. Patch radiator. Jenny is a sweetheart and drives me to my meeting to give the cold weld patch more time to cure. Get home and run to airport. Of course the patch doesn't hold, it's had 1/4 the time it needs to cure! But Lady is a frickin little tank and gets me to the airprot anyway and hauls everyone to capitol hill for Camp Jitterbug. I dump a lot of water in her every time we stop.
Oh, both Frisky and I have Doc apointments in Belligham Fri. Put new cold weld patch on when we get home. Of course it won't hold either cause it also will only get 1/4 the time it needs to cure. In fact, in the next 4 days there is not a single stretch of more than 6 hours that Lady can go without being on the road. Pulling her off the road leaves people stranded. People that flew in from very far away, and that I love, and that I rarely get to see.
So I call ahead to make sure someone in B-ham has a radiator for me. I head north and about every 30 miles I stop and dump more water in Lady the entire way to B-ham. Go to apointments, and drop in a new radiator. Cheaper and far faster than I expect. Except I botch a transmission fluid line. Luckily catch it before burning out my tranny. Take her apart AGAIN, and fix line. I think. I hope. Haul kids down from B-ham to Seattle for Camp Jitterbug. Lady holds solid.
Do NOT feel like dancing at this point. Want to curl into a ball and wait for the world to burn. Go to dance so my guests don't get stranded there. Carl is just outside the door, and that instantly makes everything better. Can't wait for him to move here in two years. Walk in and Bethany is just inside the door, and that's enough to make ANYTHING better.
I'm way behind in school and worn out to my near break point, but I got a hug last night from Bethany.
Sometimes that's enough.
I now get to spend the rest of my weekend behind this computer studying and modelling.
No sun for me. :(