The Colonial pipeline is back in operation. I wonder if some dude in a dark room coded our way out of this or if the ransom was paid?
It will be several days before everything is back to normal. That’s okay. The world needs to slow down anyway.
We have one station in town, Robert’s, that has any fuel in their tanks.
People aren’t making a mad rush for fuel. I was able to fill back up on the Ranger yesterday on the way home. The problem is that it has turned fake winter here again and I still haven’t replaced the heater core in the Ranger. So it was chilly riding yesterday.
I’m working overnight tonight so I went to town to fill up the Escape, which has no AC but does have heat.
So here I am.
Time for a shower and shave. I’m going to eat some lunch, watch some TV, and sleep the rest of the afternoon until they get home this evening.
I’m a little hot right now and I usually won’t touch politics on this blog, but never say never.
S.C. Governor Henry McMaster dropped the mask mandate for our schools but you have to opt out with this form.
The wording is sort of disturbing to me.
The wording in the second page as to what you agree to and “scientific evidence and research studies” is pure bull. There shouldn’t be any form required that needs to be signed to allow you to breathe free.
I can’t sign this in good conscience.
My child is not a political tool.
How can you opt out of something you were forced into in the first place?
Where’s the opt out form for paying county taxes?
You people barely take responsibility for actually teaching my child anything useful or important. You’d rather erase history and teach them that their truth is more important than actual history and facts.
I think I’m going to hold off on this. I’m going to see what the backlash is after a few days.
Just to be clear, I know there is a virus. Yes, it has affected people. Yes, a lot of people have died from it. Yes, the science and actual death toll from this is questionable.
A lot of this is fear and control. And the time for living like this is over.
So here we are again. Making our way through the world trying to find basic commodities.
Toilet paper didn’t bother me much.
I didn’t give a crap about hand sanitizer.
I have to have fuel. I work on the road between four different locations. This requires that I drive.
So now I’m sitting in a line reminiscent of the 70s.
I was alive when the gas shortages happened then. I don’t remember much.
I remember the lines.
People are panicking and a lot of them don’t have anywhere to go. The word is that most of the public is unemployed at the moment.
So where’s the rush?
Anyway, forty-five minutes later and two gas stations and my tank was full.
This whole country can be shut down in a relatively short span of time over something we take for granted. Things can be disrupted very quickly.
I know I wasn’t in a very good mood this morning. I got to my first store and had a quarter tank of gas. I wasn’t going to be able to make my second store. I pride myself on getting the job done. If the company sets me an impossible task, well…
But sometimes you just have to let things go and do the best you can.
The building itself is at least as unconventional as its mix of tenants. The site was originally composed of a massive new-build S. Klein department store (over 200,000 square feet) and a smaller separate strip plaza housing an A&P supermarket and a few other stores. Beltway Plaza in its present form is the remnants of both original separate pieces with a newer enclosed mall bridging them. It has seen a succession of anchors and semi-anchors over the years, from discount department stores to two movie theaters to a Chinese buffet to a space offering computer workshops. It is now home to a church, several restaurants from Italian to African, one movie theater, a gym, an arcade/fun center, a supermarket, salons, and a variety of budget-oriented smaller stores.
I used to love malls. We had Eastland Mall in Charlotte, NC and Columbia Mall in Columbia, SC as our main go to malls in our area.
Now the malls that are left are a shadow of what these cathedrals of capitalism used to be. It’s tiresome just to visit them.
Eastland had an ice rink and we’d go there with our youth group from church every year to skate and shop for Christmas.
One of my most favorite stores was The Intimate Bookshop.
I loved the creaking floors and the smell of the store. I don’t know if it’s was a piped smell or the book bindings. I miss that place.
And I can’t forget The Tinder Box. The smell of tobacco and all the paraphernalia that goes along with that. If you’ve never been to one it’s not a head shop. It an honest to goodness tobacconist. I think that’s the right word anyway. I don’t know if they still exist as a company. I enjoyed them though. (A quick bit of research and they do still exist!)
Strange how a token found in a tobacco shop can take you on a stroll down memory lane.
I wrote about fixing my truck Sunday. As a part of this ongoing project (and yes, there’s a lot to do) I’m going to be posting here and there about it. This blog is my daily outlet. This is why I’m here.
🎼Some days are better than others…
Today was great!
I’ve been using OBDLink (Apple) with my OBD scanner. It’s a nifty little tool that can drop all kinds of info on ya while you’re on the move. My primary concerns this week are engine coolant temp and the voltage on the battery. I replaced the thermostat several months ago. The battery was dead Sunday. So worth watching over. The MPG was a plus today.
I drove home with the A/C on this afternoon. I also fueled up at a station that may have had okay fuel. But as far as gas mileage I’m pretty happy with either number.
Before I figured out the problem with the plugs it was getting 22/23 mpg. This is a huge improvement.
For a twenty two year old truck this is pretty phenomenal I think.
I have a little bit more mechanical to work on. I have some plans for the exterior and a few more improvements to the interior look and functionality.