Fit for purpose.
I'm exhausted all the time because work. People are leaving and not being replaced, restructure continues. We work through getting vendors to provide help and juggle priorities.
Afterwards I try to give life meaning with feats of labour and beauty.
See my overgrown garden. See the blue bin, full of seaweed decomposing in water. See also the healthy big silverbeet, self seeded, winning the battle among the convolvulus and blackberry.
No?
How about now?
(The bin has not moved).
This stuff is/was growing touching the gutter all the way along.
After a chop .
Was a bit like this, on the other edge.
See my hefty new trimmer. Cuts up to 1 inch thick of sticks. Deals to blackberry.
What's all this got to do with my van?
Here's all of it, packed in. The cutting took 4 hours of so on Saturday. The piling it onto carpet, dragging it down to the van, loading it in, and dumping it, took 6 hours on Sunday.
So it's a functional worker.
I found a few hitch hikers: this is a woodsman type of spider, a fast runner of the mulch. It has displaced the resident trapper.
I uncovered the clothing that wouldn't die.
I cleaned the carpet out of the back: halfway waterblasted...
It was a nice break from mechanical issues, working with greenery and having a larger visible impact, changing the living atmosphere of home. This sort of thing gives me grounding, it's easy broad-brush effort with minimal thought, and it's productive. I've already had two dinners out of the silverbeet. That's where my little vege patch is going.
For the rest of the week, it's front-end madness.
One of the mounting bolts for the bullbar came off inside the frame. Luckily it is accessible with the bumper off. I file it, and spray with degreaser, and spray with contact cleaner in rivers.
Bolt up a nut, and use the little mig to weld it on. Much excitement came from setting fire to the degreaser and cleaner which had run into the frame and pooled. Looking down the tube and seeing it burning strongly, deep inside, I panicked. It was like looking down the ventilation duct in an action flick as the wall of fire roared along
Blew the fucking thing out pretty fast, one puff.
Nearly done. Wired the lights up tonight. Just needs an extra bracket welded on, to use those mounting plates from the other style bullbars and I can confidently get a winch attached.
It's coming along. I'm tired.
Afterwards I try to give life meaning with feats of labour and beauty.
See my overgrown garden. See the blue bin, full of seaweed decomposing in water. See also the healthy big silverbeet, self seeded, winning the battle among the convolvulus and blackberry.
No?
How about now?
(The bin has not moved).
This stuff is/was growing touching the gutter all the way along.
After a chop .
Was a bit like this, on the other edge.
See my hefty new trimmer. Cuts up to 1 inch thick of sticks. Deals to blackberry.
What's all this got to do with my van?
Here's all of it, packed in. The cutting took 4 hours of so on Saturday. The piling it onto carpet, dragging it down to the van, loading it in, and dumping it, took 6 hours on Sunday.
So it's a functional worker.
I found a few hitch hikers: this is a woodsman type of spider, a fast runner of the mulch. It has displaced the resident trapper.
I uncovered the clothing that wouldn't die.
I cleaned the carpet out of the back: halfway waterblasted...
It was a nice break from mechanical issues, working with greenery and having a larger visible impact, changing the living atmosphere of home. This sort of thing gives me grounding, it's easy broad-brush effort with minimal thought, and it's productive. I've already had two dinners out of the silverbeet. That's where my little vege patch is going.
For the rest of the week, it's front-end madness.
One of the mounting bolts for the bullbar came off inside the frame. Luckily it is accessible with the bumper off. I file it, and spray with degreaser, and spray with contact cleaner in rivers.
Bolt up a nut, and use the little mig to weld it on. Much excitement came from setting fire to the degreaser and cleaner which had run into the frame and pooled. Looking down the tube and seeing it burning strongly, deep inside, I panicked. It was like looking down the ventilation duct in an action flick as the wall of fire roared along
Blew the fucking thing out pretty fast, one puff.
Nearly done. Wired the lights up tonight. Just needs an extra bracket welded on, to use those mounting plates from the other style bullbars and I can confidently get a winch attached.
It's coming along. I'm tired.