getting old ain't for pussies is it.
I've come to believe these ain't the "Golden Years." Nope, they are the rusty one's.
getting old ain't for pussies is it.
then me and the little boy went to lunch. After lunch I started cleaning up the burned shed with the generator in it when I noticed a wet spot in the dirt. The wet spot was another burned spot in the pipe underground. ( 2 hours to fix ). I went down to the neighbors to get more water to top the big tank and ran into the neighbors daughter, they have been up there there whole lives. She told me some pretty interesting stories of their encounters with the wild life up there over the years. like in the 1980's when she as a kid they got stalked by a big mountain Lyon and were trapped in their cabin for a 1/2 day with no weapons until it went away, and other stories too numerous to list. She seemed to be much more concerned about the Lyons than the bears. While filling the little tank then draining to the big tank I cleaned up and organized for leaving in the morning. Things took longer than I thought but I got it done. Work is picking up and I'm not sure when I can go back. Hopefully I can average 1 trip a month or so thru the winter.Chiropractor this morning then home to work on building a skid plate for the side by side.
I may sit down with a bucket of popcorn to watch the shit show that is American politics when ya'll get to choose between dumb and dumber.
I talk to myself to get an expert opinion.
Voted.
Nothing to keep up with today. All the networks have the same loop repeating and will do so for days.More estimating and trying to keep up on election news
Cleared my desk this morning, and then worked on the mini mini van, details in the tracked 4x4 section
