A call for Prayers

Its Friday. I seem to recall that today is the last day for Mike inFLA’s cancer treatments. Lets all send up a call to God/Yahwah/ your prefered diety of choice, for his complete remission.

I’ll be diving into the lower end of BlooTwuck here shortly, Praying that the Knockin’ about, hasn’t galled the journals and I can get away with a simple clean up of galleys and polishing journals to ensure good oil flow.

My prognostication that we would not be working the J.O.B. was dead on (would that my prognosticatin’ for poli-sci were marginally better like my work prognosticatin’ is.) This would normally ‘gall my bearings’ a touch, but with the BlooTwuck sitting in the clinic right now,,, More time for her, more that can be done, and since its out of the weather,,,

Da gave me a little grief last eve. Worried about all that gas thats in Bloo. Seeing how his woodburner is in the basement as well, I sorta see the issue. BUT, I have never smelled gasoline smells around her. (no leaks found, yet) and a FULL tank is much safer than a partially filled one: Less vapor and vapor is what does the boomy boomy. Explaining that to a Da, not so easy: I’m still the young punk dummy child in his minds eye. Actual experiance is null and void when dealing with an elder ‘Rent: they only remember all the fuck-ups you did as you grew. Doesn’t even matter that you have proven, FREQUENTLY, that your experiance in some area exceeds theirs.

Well, he decided, he isn’t backing out of his offer to let me use the basement, BUT, there will be no fire in the box for the interrum. Just going to use the ginormous HVAC unit to keep the house warm. Fine,,, A little cooler down there, but still better than the ambient on the other side of the garage door. Worked in worse, will again. My gig is to get this done SOONEST, so some of the niggling little details I was hopping to get at will be laid aside. Like finding that Backup lights wire,,, It can wait. The big stuff, bearing refresh, clutch, manifold,,, those are my priorities.

SO, Send up a prayer for Mike in FLA, that his remission is a reality. Bloo, that she didn’t munch critical parts in such short span of badness. ME, that my skills are still on par to my old self. And to anyone else, including yourself, that is on the cusp of some change in life: preferably for the better.

More laters, but likely super early or super late as MY GOAL is to be super focused on metal and physics.

Now, for anudder cuppa as I wait for the lightening of the sky to indicate a new day has dawned. (its super cloudy out, so no sunlight today.)

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