Random thoughts from the moose cave.

long day.

slept like hell, and it took forever to get there.

trying an end run tonight by being tired as hell when I finally get to bed...

got my chain saw back. he musta been worried about my reaction, because he brought his big burly kid.

I only needed words to make my point.

he's sposed to come back tomorrow with my battery and some money. not releasing his **** till I get paid.

got down to where I can see what's going on with the 64. some idjit welded the rear fenders to the tail pan. that's gonna be interesting. prolly need to start with some new fenders. (I happen to have some)

almost ready to lay some primer. prolly this weekend when it warms up again.

gonna cut a hole in the roof tomorrow. and cut down a coupla trees.

back to the grind, I got a coat of stripper ready to scrub off. I'm down to using steel wool. yucky...

I love those things. My neighbor used to have one she used as a paper weight. I loved to hold it.

I hope you are using a respirator. Sounds like exhausting work.

What's the hole in the roof for? Fireplace?

double barrel stove in the shop..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrFINbcaYWE

(I didn't think to use a kid when I built mine)*

got a pork shoulder in the crock pot. don't got enough charcoal left to smoke it.

killer sammiches about midnight...





*safety note. please remove children before lighting stove.

I decided to axe a tree down. hadda stop. almost there, but can't hold on to the axe now. we'll finish it off tomorrow. mebbe with the chain saw.

I have taken to watching the sunsets out the shop door. out the drive and across the road to the west is all wheat field. makes for a nice horizon line...

gonna hafta stay in the shop and work tonight, being in the cabin is making me hungry, and the pork shoulder needs to go for several more hours to be fall-apart good...but it smells awesome...

here's what Ima build next time I get some barrels that weren't full of something poisonous...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMw4oe7UZ2c&feature=related

and we are mebbe gonna get a goat. gotta see what they are worth when they are all growed up. lotsa weeds out back could feed a goat.

not sure if Ima try and milk it or not...

WTFH ???

not only is my tricycle one of a kind, it has unobtanium wheels on it...

they measure 22 inches. (checked it 3 damn times)

I need one tire minimum, and 3 tubes.

and there is no such thing. except in france. my trike is not firkin french, thank you very much...

now what...?

See if you can find it as a metric measurement.

this bicycle was built before the metric system.

and I live in Kansas, where it is still just the metric theory...

been having a hell of a time sleeping this week. I'm brewing a special herbal tea to see if I can nod off like a normal log.

I hope it doesn't give me psychadelic dreams. don't need no extry dream excitement. no siree...

got the whole front of the vert stripped. gonna hafta decide on a chemical and treat the rust before I squirt it. too much cancer to just cover it up and pretend I dint see it...

bbq sammiches are ready...

gonna thaw me some fake bread, and boil up a shower. I'm rank.

power stripper smells of soiled baby diapers. lotsa ammonia...

and its getting nippy out. lots to try and do tomorrow. health permitting of course...

damn. I outdid myself again.

pork shoulder is stand there eating it out of the pan with your fingers, juice dripping down your shirt good...

I gotta hurry up and bathe.

I'm flippin hungry now...

sheesh. I gotta step up my game.

ed says he comes over here for clear thinking. not sure a lot of that happens here...

took a pain pill, and a shot of nyquil, I'm ready for what the world can dish today. off to make a roof patch. I got lotsa scrap, so we may try this a coupla times before it meets approval. bubba's pretty good with this stuff, so Ima let her sit on the beetle tire and watch...

kinda cool to have creative room in the shop, and two cars under repair.

never had this much space of my own.

sorta...

things that make you go hmmmmm.......

just got a whim. goggled noddy's old phrase for a better life. hold your dominion.

intersting results...

http://www.adastrafanfic.com/viewstory.php?sid=1085

parallel universe theories popping through my punkin now...

it's official.

karma has declared that I am not s'posed to have anything not absolutely essential to my temporary survival here...

smoky decided he needed to go check his mail this morning.

and backed over my tricycle, way over by the shop. .

I cannot even fathom how he got there. but there is red paint on his bumper, and the trike won't ever get fixed. no money for silly toys...

nooooooooooooooooo

oh my


the seventh stage - ice cream - by j


oh my

oh no. I'm so sorry.

The trike! Thud. And a dirty word or two.

Crap.

I took my big axe and finished off the tree.

then went and felled a couple more. can barely lift my arms now.

I'm still angry...

he didn't even know he'd done it. he kinda lives in a fog sometimes.

I surely wish I could...