I’ll get down to Da’s and get his rack and pinion swapped out, but right now,,, sitting here looking at the temp readings,, meh,,, don’wanna,,,

The outside temps are saying 38F,,,, KOLD Don’t like the kold. Makes me wanna curl up in front of a fire with a book and cuppa and do NUTHIN!!!

Inside temps,,,, mid 70’s, I don’t like running too hot because that only keeps me more inclined to stay my butt inside. Too big a gap between inside and outside and I don’t wanna move: AT ALL.

But, obligations,,,

And I have Twuck that I need to get at soonest. Obligations in the way, of that. Must deal with the runnners before I deal with the paperwieghts.

Da asked me last eve “whutcha gonna do with the Buffalo?”. Well, Buff isn’t going anywhere. She is going to be relegated to my “fun truck”: camping trips, kayaky trips, weekend runnin’round trips. And with all the tools (eventually) moving over to Twuck, I would bet she starts seeing better gas milage. Not much mind you, but some. Currents are around 14/17 city/highway. Not bad for a 4×4 with 332K on the clock. Could be better but I ain’t complaining. (Note: there are places where I can buy 100% gas, not the gas-ahol crap. When I do use that, those numbers become 17/20. Tells me loads about the garbage we pump into our hicles. And I recall having issues with gasahol in one of my motos. Crap ate the floats in the carbs up. Whats it doing to other bits?)

Hungy. LOL Not surprising eh? Been doing this carnivore diet for almost a month (more?) now. BUT, I started doing the Calisthenics things again, and now I’m building muscles again. Body wants MORE,,,, Woke up this morning ready to eat a bear,,, Well, a 4 egg omelet will have to suffice tummy,,, Maintaining the high protein/high fat diet and the belly is still sliding off me. Noted that i don’t have much in the man-boob department either. And I lost another notch on the belt this week. Still sitting at the 185 mark, so I must be putting something back on in the muscle development. Slow and steady, consistent routine, make it a habit this time.

It amazes me how much more energy I have and I am barely eating a frelling thing. Bouncing off walls most days. And it feels like time has slowed to a crawl because my mind is RACING like a Nitro Fueled funny car. Even my physical reactions are faster: Elbs was harrassing Mama this morning and I snatched him up so fast he freaked out. Didn’t expect the old man to have faster reactions than HE,,, He didn’t even get a claw in me,,,,

On the fourfooted family scene, I has a problem. Cozzie didn’t come home last night. I know where he is (Kinda) and I know whats going on. Me aunt tosses out scraps for her dog, and usually way more than one dog can eat. Well, Coz has found that out. I know because I put his food out and it sits,,, Days,,, he wont’ touch it. Of course, being dawg, scraps is good eats; far better than that kibble crap ya’know,,, What to do about it. Aunt and Cuzzins ‘don’t mind’ him being down there during the day, but he gets encouraged to STAY down there because “Food”,,,, What to do???

I’m hoping, that the cold weather will convince him “home is warm, home is safe” and he’ll get it through his little pittie mind that he belongs up here again. Yah, I know, Learning curves and he is still “puppie” in mind, even if he is reaching towards that 1year mark and looking like a robust Pittie now. Wouldn’t know he is a dawg the way he and Elbs play. At least I don’t feel ‘rejected’ when he is around. If that happens, I will know he decided his forever home is NOT HERE,,, then things get difficult.

Alright, nuff lolligaggin away. eats in me belly, a dose of caffeine in my blood stream, and time to face the cold concrete of Da’s basement to work on “the Coma”,,,

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UPDATE: 5 minutes after I posted this, COzzie came home, sniffed his foodbowl, walked in through his door, gave me some nuzzlin’ time and then promptly laid on his bed in front of the heater and was snoring in seconds. Poor pittie is living an adventurers life (or should I say playboys life?) and is WORE THE F! OUT! LOL

PS: someone out there is DIGGING in my archives. Dunno who ya are, but I DO hope you are enjoying the mess of the workshop (IE, my mind) Yeah, its messy and discombobulated but somehow makes enough connections to keep attention and make sense most days.

Sadly, I am not able to do much with Twuck right now. Da’s rack and pinion came in the same day I picked up Twuck, so that takes precedence in my little world.
But there is a mystery here. Title clearly states “2000” as date of manufacture, but GM stopped producing the OBS style body in 98,,, And Twuck is CLEARLY OBS,,,, Just looking under the hood screams 90’s model. but that date is repeated in several places, including the door tag.

I don’t know for certain, but I can say with confidence, despite the condition of certain parts, mostly due to sitting and rusting, things look extremely promising. Parts are readily available, and going with online purchases, reletively inexpensive. Example being in a brake caliper. I can pick up a caliper for less than I bought pads for Buffalo (had to buy local since it was a “right now’ repair.) I can pick up all the cables for the P-brake for about the same amount as ONE caliper. Serious parts are gonna cost more, obviously: like if I need to ,major surgery on that rear end, things are gonna get pricey quick,,, BUT, that rear end is built like an M1A1 Abrahms!!! SOLID is a good working term for it. (I wasn’t kidding in comments that I think that, “just” the rear end of Twuck weighs more than Buffalo complete. Theres more steel in Twucks leafsprings than there is in Buffalos frame and body panels.

I know some of whats wrong, obvious stuff. Then theres the unknowns (like, is that master/slave cylinder for the clutch FUBARed or just needs flushed and bled?) SO,,, right now, My sole purpose is to get that engine running. Everything else gets sidelined until I know that she can start and run. Her current status, brakes, exhaust, any electrical problems behind the cab,,, all can wait until that engine goes VROOOM (loudly, since its basically an open header at this point.)(thanks to catalytic converter theives)

I’m not even going to clean the junk and gunk out of the bed until I can move her up to my place ON HER OWN POWER.

Battery. Ignition switch and new key, and some McGuyverism on my part (cut cables, gotta sort out what goes where. Thanks to battery theives.) and likely a couple trips for fresh gas and fuel line cleaner, and antifreeze. Plus some other repairs noted under the hood (heater hoses need replaced, should replace the upper and lower while at it, Cheap insurance.)

If she can’t move on her own, stopping is moot. Engine no run, no brakes needed… Thats priority.

And the new shoes can wait until she has brakes to stop her. (Though,,,, I may pull that drivers front and re-seat the bead so its not a slow leaker like it is currently. can fill it up today and its flat tomorrow, and I watched the bubbles forming at the bead while filling it up.)

Yeah, I’m just spilling my thoughts out here, ‘tracking’ for me to keep things in order, and maybe provide a little entertainment for you as you follow along.

BUT, I feel this’uns a TRUE Keeper,,, Serously, I see examples of this style and age of truck, in running order, going for 10K plus!! I won’t spend that amount getting her up-n-running and back on the road. Just gonna take some time and busted knucks and a spider-web filled wallet. The arachnids are gonna be missing out on greenback company for awhile. I knew that when I made the call “GET THIS!!!” (and right now, the stress of the last two weeks, wondering, waiting for a title, stressing over getting the paperwieght home,,,, GONE! Its now something more in my control: Do-able!)

It’s an investment, and not (just) in a truck, but ME and MY FUTURE.

<a promise to my readers: WHEN I get the engine fired up, there will be video with sound. > note, WHEN, not IF,,,

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Well, the paperwork is complete (enough for now, just title transfer at this point) and the DEED IS DONE,,, Twuck is now ensconced on her temporary throne down at Da’s place while I get the wherewithal and other stuff together to bring her back to her former glory, and potentially NEW glory as MY work truck.

The ADVENTURE was getting her home. Didn’t want to potentially kill Buffalo towing her, so I borrowed the 1ton dually from the J.O.B. and the tow dolly. Wellllsssss,,,,, that didn’t quite work out as planned. BOTH drivers side wheels locked solid. Figured I could deal with the front after the fact, as it would be on the dolly, but that rear,,, Nopes,,, not gonna drag the poor thing 30 miles: it MUST move freely,,, Used a loader to lift Twucks ass end up, and popped the wheel off, figuring hammering (8# sledge) on the drum might bust loose the rust holding it in place. and this is a NO BS brake drum. At least 14″ ID!!! HUGE!!! bang bang bang,,,, NO LOVE,,,, I think the p-brake was engaged and now the cable is froze solid holding that wheel solid.

break down and get a roll back, She’s mine now, and I am not leaving her somewhere I can’t control. Fortunately Proxy has contacts and I get a roll back for $80. And the operator was slick. Managed to get the front tire ‘unstuck’ and tried rocking back and forth a couple of times to loosen that rear,,, still no love and why I believe that cable is the culprit. (note, its broken on the passenger side,,,)

But you can see above, she’s (almost) home; close enough that I can start tearing into things and get-er-agoin’.

Wish me luck on that. The parts aren’t hyper expensive (which is why I like my Chebbies) but they will nickel and dime me to death over the next few months. No short cuts, do it right,,, (and Da isn’t giving me as much grief as I expected. I guess since he can now see it and the capacity of the box-bed, he sees the potential I see in it as well.)

and right now, I’m gonna lift a beer to myself and a new to me TWUCK!!

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No question this time. Dood called me early evening yesterday, stated he has the title, that its already notorized and ready to go to the courthouse to take care of the transfer actions.

Was a little late in the day to do much so agreed that the morrow(today) is best. Cripes, but is’whut’is,,,

Not even gonna look the gift horse in the mouth at this stage,,, I already has a good idea what is involved in getting Twuck up’n’runnin’, that getting her home thing is just a matter of logistics. May need to borrow a truck from work, may need to buy two new tires first (the rear wheels are looking a bit dry: expected, but I would prefer to get her home on her old shoes,,, deal with new shoes after I get all the running bits and brakes in order. Will see.)

and for those not paying attention, THIS

is the item in discussion. TWUCK is the current moniker (thanxs Mikee) and its probably gonna stick, seeing how I feel like a kid at Christmas right now. Yeah, work truck but that’s about the reality of my world these days. work work work,,,, little play,,, At least with this’un, I get some say in HOW the work takes place, and it opens up windows/avenues for other directions.

More laters,,, Maybe AFTER all the fun of dragging 4 ton paperweights around town. (and then the REAL work begins,,,,)

Oh, and Happy Hallow’s eve. BOO!

another rambling but good feel podcast,,,,

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Did ya figure that out? And no small part of that is reason why I can’t generate income here. I get that,,,

In order to generate income, you gotta fit, in some way

I fit societies holes like a boulder trying to get through a 2′ culvert in a rainstorm. And I don’t care, I am who I am, think how I prefer and learn whatever I wanna, when I wanna, and fit my own skin quite nicely, thankyouverymuch,,,,

T’ain’t rich, not by societies standards, likely never will be, short of a windfall in the lottery (Saul, you have to buy a ticket. LOL) and I’m content with that. I know my value to the world isn’t a monetary thing. Much like the monks of Tibet, “I get by”.

I run into issues though: one of which I hit at the Get-together over the weekend. I was talking with LilBrudda C, and we were discussing many of the things located up in my “question, seek, reflect, respect” page. Now that wasn’t where I ran into issue. The issue arose when C said, “You’re a mental Giant, you know that?”

NO, I don’t know that!!! Fact is, I get VERY uncomfortable when someone I am close to, says shit like that. Fact of the matter, I personally feel ‘average’ and that is large part of why I get frustrated in life; I see solutions that, TO ME, are so damned obvious, and can’t understand why others can’t see those solutions as well. Maybe I am positioned a little bit higher in the mental levels, but I don’t FEEL like that. I see my world as I have built it, which is levels LOWER than societal standards (I mean, for cripes sake, I live in what amounts to a shack. May be its a more modern form of shack, with better insulation and some amenities to add comfort, but its primitive in relation to my dads house,,, )

On top of that, I don’t fit the mold of ‘Success’. I ain’t successful by societal standards. I dont’ make a killing in the financial department. Fact is, by societal standards, I live below poverty levels.

But I am not on the dole, I get NOTHING from the government that my taxes don’t balance out in some way, and I pay plenty in taxes.

My standard for success is measured differently: how I handle issues, difficulties, is more inline with how I measure success. Do I need to farm out solutions, or do I handle them me-self? There are times where yes, I do farm things out because the wear and tear on ME is higher than the cost of that farming out. Like when I needed a clutch in the white truck I owned before Buffalo. I took one look under that truck and knew what my means would fit and figured “nope, Not this time”,,,

I don’t like being told I am an exception. I don’t like standing out (Which around here, happens far more than I like.) I never had the spirit for “show”, which is why I fit so well into monitor world in the entertainment feild….

Do I study my ass off? Absolutely, yes. And ‘what’ is irrelevant,,, I know what I don’t know (in some ways), and what I do know is such a small percentage of what there is TO know,,,, Even more important is that I know there are things I don’t know and I have no idea what those things are. (read it again, it will make sense.) I keep trying to fill in the blanks and hope that at some point, there will be connections made that fill in those gaps I know I have.

My biggest fear is losing my mind. The very idea of dementia scares the ever loving fuck out of me. I watched Bidens decline and the horror I felt,,,, It really made me despise his family that kept him propped up like that for their benefit. Me, Personally, (and I know Da feels the same) if I start steering to that point, I am gonna eat a bullet or find some Hemlock and take Socrates way out (by choice, not decree, of course.) I would feel no guilt for that method as I, at that point, would feel that my time on this planet had reached its zenith and IS would be expecting me to return to the fold. I do feel, since I believe the soul is immortal, that the body will eventually fail, even if the soul is in full bloom. IS wouldn’t see ‘suicide’ as a sin in that case. The only SIN I believe, is believing that you ‘imagine’ better than IS/ALL/Peloma/GOD, whatever your favorite “higher power” is.

This life is a gift, we have only this time here to learn whatever it is we were sent to learn. Apparently, I was sent to learn everything, as that is what drives me. While that may be the case, I also know that there is NO WAY that can be accomplished; ergo, I am not a mental giant. I’m just one more soul trying to make a better version of myself and HOPE that when the judgement time arrives, I will have fulfilled some/most of the tasks assigned me in this ‘go-round’. I know I will be back and have to do it all again, or some variation of ‘it all’ until I get it right. That doesn’t bother me as much as you might think: what bothers me is that I know on the next go-round, what I have learned this time, will be at best, a fleeting memory bordering on imagination, or instinctual feeling: NOT ACTUAL THOUGHT.

But thats the nature of the Peloma,,, Its a swinging pendulum, a balance of energies, thoughts that never cease,,, My only desire is that I get to make some choices in my next ‘vehicle’,,, I would also like to ‘take a vakay’ from this reality for a spell and explore the universe as a being of energy before I return to this ‘hell’ for the next lesson. I hope that my efforts to understanding on this plane, will be reflected on the next plane.

Ok, enough of a rainy day, off work rant. here’s hoping you all have a wonderful day and try to stay dry and warm. Grab ya a cuppa and curl up with a book, expand the mind if you can’t expand the physical realm.

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and ya know it ain’t gonna last,,, Looks like the weather that Flori-duh saw over the weekend is on its way here overnight,,,

is wot i’tiz,,,

Today was a little bit of everything I deal with at the J.O.B. : most if not all of my hats on, even if only for a few minutes. Puttin’ out fires, correcting sight issues by refabbing some gates, then some fabbing of a kennel, (not done with that yet,,, more tomorrow)

And no, haven’t heard a frellin’ word on Twuck. Starting to think someone has been jerkin’ my chain. Reason I say that: ALL of my communication is through a proxy. I have never spoken to the actual owner, and the last time I spoke with the proxy, I got a strange vibe from him: Rather like a grifter vibe. Hey, if he worked out a deal with the owner and is gonna make a little profit on it; I have no problem with that SO LONG AS I SEE A DAMNED TITLE. Lack of keys I can deal with, but I want to know that I am getting a legal deal, not buying ‘stolen without a gun’ contraband. (A little history for y’all: the term SWAG came from the pirates and is an acronym for “stolen without a gun”. I don’t think I need to elaborate on that any.)

Yeah,, my ‘desire’ to see Twuck in my possession is strong, and tis not a “consumer” desire. I see a future in that truck that is outside of my current trend, and knowing it needs work is not a deterent. Actually, Looking around, a running contractor truck of that year and model are running around 10+G, and I could have this’un up and running for under 3 if I play it right.(including initial purchase price.) I am not counting my labor of course, just ‘spent’. Counting my labor, would put it nearer that 10G mark.

Its not what’s in the cost that counts, its the “what can it do for me later” aspect that makes the desire so damned strong. Tools are investments, and I am looking at Twuck as a tool/investment, IN ME, FOR ME, FOR MY FUTURE.

Son of Bossman knows exactly what I see in it, and that its not just “Oh, thats cool” purchase.

If I’m getting jerked around,,,,

Nuff said on that, eh?

Next subject,,,,

Diet stuff. 185#,,, Checked BP at work, not resting (though I did sit down)

118/67

A year ago, when I checked into a doc in the box, my BP was 130/90, and I had been sitting in the waiting room for 30 minutes before that reading. (I also weight 210#)

All Kinds of Investments in myself that I’m working on here. Not just a truck buy,,,

Time to start walking more. Get the legs doing something more than the massive amounts of standing around that are part and parcel of my usual days. (Standing and working, but STANDING nonetheless.) No treadmills, Hates the rabbit wheel feel of treadmills. Gonna have to start taking Coz to the park and letting him walk me. Must be leashed, and he hates that now, but oh-well. He’ll get over it. (note too worried about the upper body/torso thing. I do work those here at the house,, just not much into walking my area anymore, since BadCuz moved in and started breeding mutts out the wazzoo.)(I would, IF I could get Coz to stay home. I have no intention of letting him see me ‘murder’ the neighbors dogs,,, I’d even be willing to lose a few arrows to the cause, but only if Cozzie isn’t witness.)

Anywhooos,,,, its the last week of DST this year, and soon’nuff, its gonna be dark or getting dark by the time I get home from a normal work day. Things are gonna get slowed down on my personal things (I’ll figure something out if I finally bring Twuck home,, That will take precedence.) More desk time at home is what I’m saying,,, Maybe even MORE PODCASTS, that seem to be a bit more popular than my written posts,,,, Chime in, in comments, if you agree or not.

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Seriously CHIME IN..

The numbers are looking good, but tell me little. I can’t count the substack mirror because I don’t have ANY following there at all, YET,,, (and it’s numbers are pathetic in reality.)

More laters,,,

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