Slow Suhndaze
More than a little grey out there this AM,,, Calling for Thunderboomers later in the day, and with the humidity at SCUBA levels, I can feel that happening.
Totally ignoring the webz the last 24 hours. Only actions have been banking things, payin’ bills, shuffling digital book entries around so it looks like I am actually paying things. Funny how little we actually handle cash these days,
I’m just waiting on the last of my parts to arrive before I dig into Buffalo again. I could do it now, I do have a crush sleeve to replace whats in there, but I really don’t want to fart around with trying to crush that sleeve down to its proper setting. I feel thats a large part of why I am getting noize now. (IE I didn’t get it properly crushed down, and the bloody thing has been sloppin’round in there.)
New bearing and race, new CSE on its way, a tube of Jaundiced yellow oil paint (yes Virginia, that is what that test pattern stuff really is, that every autoparts place asks mad money for.) a new pinion seal just because, and oodles of patience. I know I will likely have to pull things apart a few times AGAIN to get it right, and I WILL get it right this time. I know NOW the areas I did not do so well, or ass-backwards, and I have better ways of checking my work as I go. Even bought a torque adapter that reads in/lbs to make sure I am not guessing on pre-loads.
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Gonna admit it, the last week has pushed me into a “dark night of the soul” period. Can’t run away from this shit though,,, its all inside me, and running always brings me back to the mirror where I have to face the problemchild.
I know that things are not as they seem, I know that 99% will play along and I don’t get it. Sometimes I feel like the wandering homeless have the right of it,,, just drop out of society as a whole and go their merry way.
Problem with that,,,,,, Kats and tools.
and books,,,, Loves me books. those things require a home, to store, to house, to protect,
So no runnin’way, eh? Yeah,,, I know, besides, I run, I am just staying one foot in front of the real issue that is located right behind my eyes and 2″ behind my sternum.
Let it go! You can’t fix stoopid and the way this world is ran, IS stoopid. Like that money thing,,, A resource that everyone needs to some extent (because barter only gets you so far) and yet its become a tool, one that has been weaponized. And abused,,, Look at how the FEDRES came into being and how it has manipulated things since. Income tax was supposed to be voluntary and now,,,, and who knows what the actual tax laws are,,, its seem capricious in application, worded in such a way it can mean anything, but the ones defining it are the ones in control. Thats a dangerous situation with many many ways to corruption (hey, like what we have been seeing, no?)
I’m tired of the games, and part of me just wants that wanderlust back, but the costs to me are too high currently. Maybe one day I will just say ‘fuck it’, find Mama and Zoomie a new home, load a kayak or a backpack and just dissappear over the horizon.
Maybe.
maybe not.
probably not,,,, I like my toys tools,,,, More importantly, I am old enough that I like a comfortable bed on the regular,,, Camping can be comfortable, but more often than not is a compromise of factors, leading to not so comfortable. (just ask Mark E how well he slept when his pad picked up a leak.)
Ok, enough of the ruminations of nothing in particular,,,, I has duties that need attended today, including a jeans repair where I ripped a hole in the hind quarters area. (embarrassing) Danged odd-ball bolt sticking out, caught my ass, Literally. Might make it to the lake and do some paddling in the rain (if not booming out,,, no like the thunderboomers.) and try to seek some solace to this dark night of the Soul I am feeling.
Gotta find a purpose that has longer goals than just paying the bills and getting through to the next pay period.
Keep on livin’
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