one’dem daze

Three jobs, jobs uniquely ‘Mine’.   Two welding repair jobs, on-site, and about 40 miles between each.  

and some dunderheaded fool decided he wanted a high speed chase with the Po-po.  They shut down south 75 for a roughly 20 mile section and diverted traffic onto back roads.   The main road they chose was State 25.   SO, height of day traffic on a four lane southbound highway, divereted onto a a TWO LANE ROAD.

Instant back ups.  My assist and I noted the traffic on the way to the second job and I grabbed a pic that I sent back to Son of Bossman.  His feedback on it was when I found out about the dunderhead,,,  

Anywhoos, we get the second repair done, and in a location where we can see SB75, I start digging around maps looking for an alternate route out.   Found three, and all of them were an hour and forty minute drive, give or take, but all of them would avoid that mess we saw on 25.

Long day, successful day.  all repairs made.   One was fixing a rolling gate that had been tapped by a big-rig; not bent to hell and back, just enough that it wouldn’t roll smoothly and the owner of the place called us and asked if we could fix it.   Son of Bossman said “yup”.   and I did and its straight and solid again.   Had to use the gas powered stick welder for it, but it worked.  Don’t really like stick work, but I can do it, and its not chicken scratch welds.    Only down side was needing to use my dewalt grinder about killed every battery I took with.   That thing is a flat hog for juice.     I don’t like grinding welds, but in this case, the top and bottom rails need to be baby butt smooth to not tear up the wheels the gate rolls on.   So, ‘overfill’ the butt welds and grind  flat.

The last welding repair, the one where we sorta had to take a trip across east boofoo to get home from, was a repair of a gate that I installed about three years back.  The employees at this place like to leave the poor beast unlatched , in a high wind area, and about once a year I am called back out to weld the battered thing back together.   its seven feet tall and twelve feet long and covered in sheet metal, so it doesn’t really take a whole lot of wind to grab it and toss it around.   Had to weld new hinges on it, and make a new latch (that the emps will ignore, just like the last three,,,,) but, it closes, swings freelly, and worked like a champ when we left.  

I give it another six months before I am back out there making another repair.

and all that driving and welding has whooped this old dawg .   Feel like a used towel right now.   Dinner is in me, the furries got first call on foodies, and looking at the weather, its supposed to stay over fifty degrees tonight.   GOOD, that means I don’t need a fire in the stove and one less thing for this beat up old dawg to fudge with…

and I haven’t had a chance yet to see if the world at large has blown up or not, and to be quite honest, tonight, couldn’t give a rats ass,,,   IF it blows up, I either die or live to figure things out, and that would be the case even if I cared tonight.   That shit can wait.    I still need to ‘paddle’ for a bit tonight, and I will, but I may drop the resistance down and,,,   well, “Piddle’ may be a more appropo term.   Not push, just the motions and focus on form over endurance.    Still hitting that goal either way, so long as i don’t make it a habit to ‘piddle’ over ‘Paddle’.

For those interested, I updated my last post with Mark Ervins recent vid, and here it is again if you hadn’t caught that.

And I am going to try and watch it finally.  if’n I don’t pass out while its playin,,,