I slept in until a bit after 8 AM. It’s a day off for most of us and a rare day off during the week for my company. We do get to celebrate all major holidays, and the company does observe that.
I said I would, and so I have replaced an O2 sensor on the truck today. It seems that I did it properly as the truck is running fine. It was a proverbial booger to replace. The threads weren’t rusted it anything. The metal part of the replacement was extremely smooth. Unclipping the connector and the placement of said connection was hell to get to. I have added to my knicks, cuts, and scars.
I accomplished this before 10 AM. I took a test drive and let the truck run a bit after resetting the PCM. It’s usually so simple to fix most things on this truck. I know there are more significant potential problems but ill tackle those too. Either on my own or with the help of my dad and a friend.
It’s good to know people who know.
We had lunch with Mom and Dad. This is our Thanksgiving and our Christmas. Lunch or supper and then a long visit. No phones. Just sitting and talking. I enjoy this immensely.
After that it was rest and relaxxation because back to work in the morning.
On Twitter of all places, I found some inspiration this morning. I’m headed off to church soon; then, I have some repairs to work on at the house and some errands to run.
Rarely are my weekends restful.
I needed a haircut, so that happened. I ran my errands and picked up a few things.
Truck wise I’m having trouble with the O2 sensors, and rather than replacing them outright, I’m trying something simpler first. ￼
The problem here is sometimes simple ain’t cheap. But it’s still half the cost of one O2 sensor and saved time removing and replacing the sensor. I’m hoping this will clean up the existing parts and make them function properly. My gas mileage isn’t bad and I just recently cleaned my MAF. We’ll see what happens. He ain’t running too bad. Just a hiccup here and there.
Other than that it has been a decent day and you can’t ask for much more.
It’s more important to not forget where you came from.
All of us end up Knights now. But we didn’t all start that way.
Some of us were Patriots.
Some of us never attended the middle school and went straight from our respective elementary schools straight to seventh grade at North Central. Straight to being a Knight.
I wonder what the new consolidated elementary school mascot will be?
A lot of us started out as Rams at Mt. Pisgah. I did.
This was posted by Miles Gardner on May 23, 2019:
In the early 1920’s, a rural high school was established at the western edge of the Mt. Pisgah community, bordering Buffalo. Before that, rural children had to come into Kershaw (and usually board there with relatives or friends) for the last (then) two years of school. Only a very few did so. The new school’s working name for some time was Carjolley, an amalgam of the surnames of its three trustees. Mt. Pisgah High School lasted until consolidation in 1979, but for most of its history its premier sport was basketball. Here is a team from c. 1936-37.
In 2024 Mt. Pisgah, still functioning as an elementary school, will be 100 years old.
I think that by that time the last Ram will have left those halls. It’s sad and we hate to see it go. But things move on.
Progress. You don’t have to like it, but you have to accept it sometimes.
Never forget where you came from and who you were. It makes you who you are.
We don’t know what happened, just that there’s a prolonged outage.
It’s a good thing I’m of a “stay ready and you don’t have to get ready” frame of mind as far as having flashlights, warm sleeping bags, extra battery packs for the phones, etc.
And I have attachments to cameras for lights and such. All LED and low power consumption with plenty of batteries.
I’ve got the kids bagged and covered, which sounds like I’m transporting them to a black site, but it’s sleeping bags and extra blankets. So nice and warm. At least it ain’t the coldest night of the year.
My daughter informed me that the sleeping bag makes her colder and that “she doesn’t like it.” She’s 17, and now I’m worried about her. I don’t even want to figure that statement out. It hurts my brain.
Times like this, I wish I had a generator, but there’s very little need for one here due to outages and weather. It’s just another thing I’d have to maintain that isn’t being used.
No coffee tonight. Nope, I had everyone go ahead and get a hot shower while we still had hot water in the water heater. I’m sitting here enjoying a nice cup of warm chocolate. Yep. It sucks. Lol.
The power dropped out at about 1830. The wife had to pick up our daughter at school late because of guard stuff and me and the boy were enjoying CoD team matches and cooking supper.
I’d just pulled the lasagna and bread out of the oven, and that’s when the power went out.
Some good points:
1. It’s not summer. Summer power outages and trying to sleep during them are torture. I can’t stand it. Sweaty and hot in bed is okay sometimes, but not when you just want to sleep.
B. Supper was done, and it was still hot. At least we had a good meal. Power is also out in part of town, we hear, so takeout may not have been an option.
3. This ain’t the end of the world. Its just an inconvenience of the modern world. You’re ancestors got along fine without ever having heard of electricity.
Hopefully the power will be back on by morning so we can get off to work and school not looking like wartime refugees.
I’m about to lay down and read now. I’ll add to this in the morning.
The time is 2030.
While the power was out I took this:
I used the flashlight balanced on the windshield and an iPhone 13 Pro. I like it. Completely dark garage, otherwise.
And the power came back about twenty minutes ago.
There is nothing like being almost out reading a book and then suddenly being blinded by the modern world fairing back. The light, the sound. Beeps and whizzes and whirs.
I was really enjoying the silence.
And that’s today’s adventure.
Work was work.
We found out someone hit a pole causing the outage. I pray they’re okay.