I Think

I wasn't thinking of moving that fast myself.

and you would need a free moving compression gauge and some fittings. (or a trip to the parts store to borrow one if they rent them)

no hurry, no worries.

I'm getting ready to go do some meticulous welding on an old vw hood. sewing the structure back in after cancer surgery. and waiting to see if it rains before I decide on painting tonight.

one of the times it's kinda fun to be me...

think Ima thaw me some shrimp for the barby.

It's Saturday, Ed.

I didn't see this post earlier. A candle puts all kinds of waxy crap in the air. The woman I wrote about keeps one burning less than two feet from the return air coil, even when not home. She has lived there for years. It adds up.

When you take after hour calls, it doesn't matter which day it is.

The car will be inspected in July. That gives close to six weeks.

The electric problem I was to trouble shoot was not a maintenance problem at all. The service had been cut off, due to a mix-up with a resident's account. But it cost me an hour of time.

I mentioned a hair dryer, which I think would generate the heat necessary to melt the wax off the coils but a heat gun backed up with a high speed fan might work even better.

A heat gun might do it. I used a hair dryer on a refrigerator today and I just don't see it doing the job.

Well, I answered four calls at work yesterday. One just as I was leaving a Fathers Day lunch my daughter and her family took me to. It was her, her sinigifant other, her two daughters and one son, one of the daughter's snigifant other, and my great grand daughter. Fun. Touching. Good time.

On Sunday mornings the wife and I always have bacon or sausage, eggs, biscuits, butter, preserves, coffee. When I was a kid, we cooked our eggs, assuming we found eggs, into great crispy doilies, with the yolks somehow kept a bit runny. This with white bread toast and scads of margarine. Sometimes jelly. This morning, I set my stainless steel skillet on the electric burner and then as it got hot spooned in a couple of tablespoons of coconut oil. In the past I used an iron skillet, until I wised up about how much skillet surface we must have consumed in our lifetimes. Then I layered in half a pound of reduced sodium bacon. After it got to cooking I set the oven on 350 degrees and then made up a baking sheet of storebought biscuits, the kind in a tube. Our nearby stores discontinued the biscuits that don't have hydrogenated oil in them. Bastards. So I give in and eat a few of the ones they offer. When I was a kid the bacon always came out crispy and scorched. The bacon I cook now is somewhat chewy. After removing the bacon, I pour the grease/coconut oil into a cup and then wash the skillet smooth. Then pour the oil back into the dried skillet and sometimes add a bit of butter, if there is not much oil. I fry her eggs a bit harder than mine, juggling the task of finishing off the eggs with taking the biscuits out of the oven and buttering them. As I fill my plate with three biscuits (one filled with strawberry preserves) I call on the wife to come in and get hers, which is already prepared for the most by me. Neither of us sprinkle on salt or pepper. One biscuit is reserved for Punky the dog, with lots of butter on it. About once out of five times she eats the bread, but normally buries it in the yard. We sit in our customary seats before the huge rectangular screen, which this morning is displaying a movie by Robin Williams, in which he is is obsessed with photographs and following the family of the man that fired him from his job. Shortly after breakfast, as we are putting everything away and rinsing the dishes for the dishwasher, my sister calls and says she will be here for a visit in about two hours. Which now has counted down to one hour. That's great. I haven't seen her in about six years.

Wow! I had no idea that could happen! Truly amazing.

Talking about bacon and how different countries seem to prepare them from wet and chewy to dried and crispy, I've consumed all kinds - but still prefer them crispy.

I love sunny side up fried eggs with toast, and sometimes with pancakes.

You must order the Grand Slam, CI.

I go to Denny's about six times a year; alone. My wife likes other restaurants for breakfast.

Excellent post, Edgar. I enjoyed reading it.

Is that allowed, by the powers that be, Ed, meaning the landlords. It's one thing to have candles while attention can be paid to them, another when you leave home. I wonder what the apartments' insurance company says.

The candle is closed in in such a way it could never be a danger without help.

I had to answer more calls for work today. Both refrigerators. One I could not fix. At first I thought it was leaking freon. After an extensive search for a leak, I discovered that the compressor was as hot as one can get. Then it turned out that the fan underneath the refrigerator had apparently never been connected to the power. It likely had been running a hot compressor for a few months or even years. I put a quick start on the compressor and hooked up the fan. Eventually I started the refrigerator up. The compressor was running but I don't think it has the power to push the freon any longer. I moved on to the next refrigerator after telling the resident I would be back tomorrow to decide what to do next. He didn't have any food in there anyway.
In the shop, I dodged some items that protruded into the passageway to grab a few parts, such as a freezer thermostat, but returning I was not so careful. I stumbled on the items sticking out and would have fell directly to the floor, except a sledgehammer was standing up along with the items I stumbled over. It was by luck I struck the handle with the left side of my chest. Several inches over and it would have been my face or chin. For a brief flash I thought I was about to get seriously hurt. But I picked myself up and checked my shirt for bleedthrough. There was no blood visible, although it felt like there should be. I did not look under the cloth until it got near to bed time. No laceration. No visible mark. But it definitely feels sore. We'll see how it is in the morning.

be careful out there, ed...

I'm cleaning out that part of the shop, if it all has to go in the dumpster.

I had an unusual weekend. Apart from six after hours calls, my daughter brought her family here to buy me Fathers Day dinner and then my sister from up state came by to visit. The good, the bad, the ugly. And I bought two 2 dollar scratch offs and won twenty five dollars.

yupee! $25 bucks for $2; but you do know that the odds are against you, right? LOL

If you're going to spend $2 on the lotto, go for the big daddy, the SUPER LOTTO, when it hits over $200 million. The odds are great, but .....