Sonday and domestic duties

so not much too add to things. Laundry already out of the way, little things needed here at the homestead.

Mower pulled a fast one on me yesterday. Was using it to mulch up all the leaves that poplar had dropped in my yard, when suddenly ‘just quit’. Went to restart and noted the carb had came loose and had a bolt hanging out in the air away from the block. Yeah, they don’t run when all they suck in is air. That fuel thing is kind of important to the suck, squish, bang, blow busyness model. A fourstroke engine doesn’t make a very good compressor (valve timing is all wrong for that.)

Some links provided by commenter Honestly233,,, go check ’em out

Keep in mind your inner peace. ALWAYS. The less inner peace we have, the worse the world becomes. The two are tied together, I am convinced of it. This weekend has been, not just me busting my hump on things around the stead, but bustin’ me noggin’ trying to figure out why my shit is falling apart. It’s that inner peace thing. The more uptight I get about the Bills, the worse my income gets. And I can track it!!! Bad feels about the bills, the next week is ALWAYS a weak week. The harder I think of ‘work-arounds’ the less likely they are to pay off. I need to relax, and

GET OFF THE NETS FOR A BIT.

Today is 30 straight days of posting for me. I hope y’all are getting something from my missives. I do, even if its just a chance to air my thoughts, see them in print and straighten my butt out. (correction 31 straight days,,,,)

Like dad said to me this morning, discussing his latest grocery store trip. 4 Kiwi fruit, $1.99EACH, and he was saying how the things grow on vines, and the people that collect them up might only make a nickle per,,, I said, “between them, the buyers, the shipping, the wholesalers, the end distributors, yeah,,, everyone makes a nickle a peice, and we pay mad money for not much of anything. And its only gonna get worse Da. Things in the world are taking turns and NO ONE knows when the bottom drops out.“

Its that shit right there that is disturbing my inner wonderful happy self,,, (wha? you thought I was grump 24/7/365? Shame, Shame,,, I’m actually a nice guy! when I wanna be ) I try, but getting away from it is nigh impossible most days. Unless I turn the phone off, stay at home and bury my head in the sand,,,, That ain’t gonna happen anytime soon. and when it DOES happen, It’s likely that EVERYONE is gonna be in the same boat, and without choice: no nets, no infrastructure, no power, no fuels,,,

Maybe, in some small way, a collapse would be good for the sanity of this hooman race,,, and we are ‘race’,,, we race here, there, everywhere, but unlike ants, we have no coordination. and it shows.

ANywuzzabangerbubz,,,, I has a lawnmower that demands my attention, a redoak laying in the woods that needs pulled up where I can get at better, and a list that never seems to get smaller,,, (Hi B! I feel ya brudda!)

Its back to the mines tomorrow (FIngers crossed) and more trying to figure out how to make end A meet End B, and not tie a knot in End C to do it… I got this,, it just might not be all that comfortable

Y’all take care, Loves ya!!!

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