Car Bus Thumb

If I pour oil into my car, I can watch it pour back out again. Can't see where it's coming out, but it looks like it's either the head gasket or maybe a seal near the timing chain. The bus leaves 10 minutes before I get off work, or an hour after. I think I may just use my thumb today. Haven't done that in a long time, so it might be kind of fun. I have an appointment for the car on Monday. I think I'll rent a car for next week, because I suspect it'll be a while before it gets fixed. If it's the head gasket, I think I'll get a different car.

sleep in coffin

Apparantly, that's when I'll get some. Even when I have the chance to sleep, I still don't.

I have a new toy and I'm having lots of fun with it getting ready for Arts Arcata. Fred and Wilma will be performing one set at the Metro. I'm also bidding on ebay for some other new toys. This is going to be a year of music. I will get my album done.

See crit burr knee inn sight

One can only do so much. I don't understand how people keep their houses clean and their yards neat and volunteer and help out friends and work and what all else they do. When I walk from one room to the next, I forget what I came for, and it's been getting worse. I really think some sleep would help, but I always think something will help and I've been like this my whole life. I really thought quitting pot would help, and it did, but not my attentional issues.

The second best thing in my life is that I quit smoking. Bye bye tobacco.

Another School Year

Being bumped back to part time has been a blessing. The summer off, and it's like last year never happened. I have a new roof on my house and 3 skylights. My hands still hurt from the labor, but it was satisfying. Still have to finish the skylights, but the roof part is done.

May this be the year I become who I want to be.

Mad Scientist son-outlaw

Ok, so my son-outlaw (it's an inlaw without the law) was up at 7 this morning with a pencil and paper, deep in thought at the kitchen table. Hours later he had tools and materials. Two trips to the hardware store and several hours later, he was making loud noises. In competition with his father, he's created a potato gun powered by hydrogen. He has a pill bottle (one left over from Peggy's meds) with a tube epoxied into a hole in the bottom and the open mouth in a basin of water. He has a beaker full of hydrochloric acid with a galvanized nail in it, with a stopper with rubber tubing coming out into the open end of the pill bottle. There is some contraption that creates a spark between two steel nails embedded into the pill bottle. He plugs the tube in the end of the bottle with a plug of potato, fills the bottle with hydrogen gas, points it out the sliding glass door, pushes the spark button, and with a loud pop, the potato plug flies out at high velocity.

Pretty bleeping cool.

ouch

Tonight I hit a racoon. It jumped right in front of my car, and I had no chance to swerve. I've had many near misses with animals. This is the first time I hit one. It made me sad. We went back to move the body out of the road out of respect, and it wasn't there. Must have missed the tires and gone under the vehicle. If I were superstitious...

roof

My life consists of the fact that I have no flashing, no tar paper and no shingles on my roof. I also have a hole where I'm putting in a skylight. The skylight will be finished today, but I'm thinking of putting in another. I'm also wanting a fan over the stove. I'm totally crazy, but somehow, the job is getting done.