I had another leak on Bruce. Same spot where we replaced the radiator hose.
Come to find out that the part the hose attaches to was the problem.
It was a tough part to remove and replace. We, me and Pop, spent the better part of the morning getting it out and back in. But it’s fixed.
During all this we had to remove a spindle that involves the serpentine belt so that we could actually reach the part. When we cranked it back up there was a horrible screech. Like banshees in a bag on fire beating a group of cats.
The truck still runs. It’s drivable. But they will hear you coming from miles away.
Still, no good for me.
I went on from working on the truck to going to the band competition and helping there, loading and unloading, etc.
84° in October in South Carolina may as well be 100°. Long story short, I was already worn out. I hadn’t eaten we’ll yesterday and I got a bit dehydrated fairly quickly. I have some minor problems with a recurring Hiatal hernia problem and I aggravated that.
Also, I try to film for the band and sat in the top of the bleachers in the sun which exacerbated the problem. That’s when Pop came over to check on me.
Good grandparents don’t miss grandkid stuff and they were there watching. Apparently while I was looking for them in the stands, I walked right passed them. I saw them but didn’t see them. Which cued mom to have dad come check on me.
The result was near heat exhaustion, and hernia problems knocked me down last night and today. I’ve been in and out of it on the couch. I feel 100% better than at 3 AM this morning.
Just to back track a bit, the wife received her second vaccine shot Friday. We ended up in the ER yesterday at 4 AM. She’s okay. Working through it. In my opinion our earlier fears are justified. She shouldn’t have been required to take the shot with her medical history. But this isn’t a medical or political page.
Sleep deprivation will throw you for a loop as well.
Today while I was somewhere in the void, Pop came and got the truck and replaced that part causing the noise. He wasn’t asked to. Didn’t have to.
He won’t even let me pay him.
And he told me, “I see what you do for your family and how hard you push. I don’t realize what you do sometimes.”
And I said thank you and he went back home.
And I stood in the garage and broke down. Because after all these years, he realizes, and that affects me in a healing sort of way.
And he knows, too.
What I do for my family I do out of love for my family. A lot of the time I do not matter. As long as they are safe and happy and healthy, I’m good.
It’s a joke from the old tv commercial. People make memes about it all the time.
What my dad knows is that I learned it from watching him. I’m a product of the way he raised me.
He never set a bad example for me.
I’m good today. I’ll be better tomorrow.
That’s it. That’s the post.