At one time this blog was going to be Tales of the Old Monkey, which was a play on ABCβs Tales of the Gold Monkey from back in the 80s (a short lived tv show).
The monkey in question was a toy flashlight my daughter had when she was younger that stood watch over my tool bench. Occasionally the old battery would give just enough juice to make it chatter. I loved it.
One day it fell and busted and I haven’t found another.
Maybe some day.
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Just a regular Tuesday.
Just woke up.
Just got ready.
Just went to work.
Just came home.
Just ate supper.
Just going to go to sleep.
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I’m refurbishing the interior door panels today.
Well, maybe Iβll get one done. The deeper you get into something the more problems you can find.
I went to YouTube last night to figure out how to remove the spool handle for the window, and despite the guy knowing that every spool handle came off the same, he was wrong. Instead of a clip to remove said handle, it was a Torx head bolt. Luckily, I have an abundance of tools.
The other problem I’ve run into is a bit of upholstery that has given up over the years, probably to heat. Things wear down. There’s no helping it.
And so I have an armrest sitting in front of the wife’s bread box with Gorilla Glue (not a sponsor) setting up and a couple of paper/chip clips bag holding it all together.
I’ve taped up and dropped the first coat on the main door panel for now.
It is 11:34, and now I wait.
13:14
That door is done.
And now, on to the other door.
Because you’ve seen the first one, the other is pretty much the same, so I won’t bore ya.
Yep. I was able to get both doors done and still have some time this afternoon.
There’s a lot to be said for doing things yourself. It’s not just saving money. You try new things and learn new things. Believe me; I mess up often enough, but there’s a lot of knowledge in mistakes.
It might be the paint fumes talking, but it’s been a pretty good day.
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There are a lot of people who are just joining us that are WAY too intense. It’s a real slap to the face finding out you’ve been lied to all these years, we know. A lot of those βcrazy conspiracy theoriesβ turned out to be true.
But don’t expel all of your energy at once. You’ll burn out.
Please take your time, and please, chill out. You thought we were insane all that time.
Imagine how you must look now.
I posted this earlier today elsewhere. I had to leave a couple of groups because even though the people are well meaning, they are already looking for someone to steady their soapbox and that ain’t me.
It’s great that people are opening their eyes and seeing what’s going on. Freedom requires us to be vigilant. Not all of us have had to fight for this country in the literal sense, but there may come a time when you have to.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, or so I’ve heard.
That means a person is sharing their views with others and doesn’t have enough knowledge of a particular subject, especially in the medical, religion, or education fields, it can lead to dangerous situations.
Slow your roll, gather knowledge, look at all sides. Be prepared.
A person being too worked up over a thing makes them dangerous as well. I’ve seen it in the past. I’m still seeing it today.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
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During my project today, I’ve realized something. That grime and dirt you see in the armrest of a work truck has a name. That’s #elbowgrease. I have finished one door, so I might as well move on to the other. #thisoldtruck
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Iβm looking at fender flares for the Ranger. Fender flares are expensive. Not completely out of the question, but I’m looking for something a bit thinner. Not some big, bulky thing hanging off the side of the truck.
I think I saw some at the junkyard I mentioned the other week. If all four are in good shape, I may bargain for them when I return for the additional parts.
The other thing I’m working on is the rocker panels. I’m considering painting them with bed liner material. I’m just trying to figure how far I’m willing to go.
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I don’t have much to write on today.
It was a decent day.
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I attended my sons final awards day today.
It was also Mt. Pisgah Elementaryβs final awards day as the school will close this year.
Sadly, just shy of one hundred years. If these walls could talk, oh the stories they’d tell.
That’s not the whole school population pictured. That’s just grades 3-5. Still, it’s a small school. Just north of a hundred and twenty students, if that.
I attended this school.
My father attended this school.
My grandfather attended this school (when he would show up).
I sat there thinking about my old teachers today.
All of those ladies taught me a lot of what got me through the horrors of Jr and Sr high.
Mrs. Pate, Mrs. Drakeford, Mrs. Chapman, Mrs. Lucas, Mrs. Horton, and Mrs. Lewis. My first through sixth-grade teachers. I miss all of them, but I get to see one on the regular at church.
They seemed so very old when I was a child, but I realize that at my age now, I have twenty years or better on each of them. They were babies teaching babies and doing a fine job.
Times sure have changed. Although I realize there’s a lot more to deal with nowadays.
Yep, there’s a new elementary school under construction. It’s nearly finished, and halfway through the school year (because let’s do this the dumbest way possible), they’ll move the population of four schools there.
All of our smaller schools in our county will be gone.
My son’s school is statistically the best elementary school in the county. The teaching team there really has their act together. I wouldn’t say I like that the future students in our little community won’t benefit from the teachers there, especially Mrs. Gandy and Mrs. Williams, the kindergarten and first-grade teacher, respectively.
The world changes, and you learn from those changes. Sometimes it’s a hard lesson. Sometimes it’s just a sad one.
There were a lot of tears today.
Life good goes on.
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I’m just starting to use the Grammarly Keyboard app. The premium upgrade is quite costly.
I’m going to try it out for a couple of months, and then we will see what we will see.
I’m not big on subscriptions in apps. You can mess around and find yourself in for a big hit to your wallet if you aren’t careful. But I do like to write on this blog every day, and hopefully, it will help me seem at least somewhat intelligent.
At the very least, you may be able to understand my ramblings.
Two posts in one day arenβt unheard of here, but it’s cause for notice.
Anyway, I just thought I’d knock this out before bed and try out the keyboard.
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I wish Iβd asked to take a picture with him.
I met an old fella today who needed a bit of help putting some dog food in him and his wifeβs cart.
He had on a veterans cap and we got to talking. Heβs from Cheraw and Iβm from Kershaw, about an hour apart.
He was talking about being a Combat Engineer (as was I) and about fellas he served with that were from Kershaw.
Turns out he served with my grandfather and knows my father.
It was a pretty special chance meeting.
TL/DR I met a brother today.
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