I have no idea how long this post will be today. It all started (the day, that is) at the horrible hour of 0600. The wife could only get an appointment to see her Doc. at 0710 so we had to get up and ready for that. At this time of the morning, I am bleary-eyed and definitely not bushy-tailed. We joined the throng headed for Wright-Patt AFB and headed for the hospital. They tell you to arrive 15 minutes early, but what they don’t tell you is that the clinic opens at 0700, so being there at 0655 is counterproductive. We stood until five after for it to open.
Then the receptionist opened the door, wafting out a cloud of toxic stuff she had dipped herself in. This immediately slapped my sinus openings closed. In seconds, the noxious cloud had spread to the entire waiting room. Fortunately, we weren’t there very long before we had to leave for the lab, then her PT session for her shoulder.
For those who don’t remember, she had shoulder surgery to re-attach a tendon she tore while out in Colorado trying to corral a feisty grandkid. She is wearing what I can only describe a sling on steroids. It consists of many straps, clips, Velcro fastenings, and a huge foam pad under her entire forearm. I don’t know how comfortable it is, but I do know I wouldn’t like to wear it.
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My truck (1996 Nissan Frontier) is rapidly converting available iron/steel into rust. The latest thing is for the tires to very slowly lose air. I might not notice it until I have to fight the steering wheel as I drift towards the right side of the road on a semi-flat tire. My only means of pumping it back up (save changing a $10 bill into quarters to feed the greedy “free air” machines at filling stations) is to try and use my old 12v pump. I’ve had it for a while and, at first, it used to work rather well. Over the years, however, it has slowed down considerably. Now, I can attach the clip, start the compressor, and go read “War and Peace” while the pathetic thing puts a few pounds per hour into the tire. My regular service guy(s) tell(s) me that older wheels will develop what they call ‘rusty rims’ and start gradually losing air through them. This is what is happening. So, the next time I have to buy tires, I’m going to have to spring for a wheel cleaning and refit. Bleh!
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It is apparent now that I bought some really cruddy suet blocks for my feathered friends. I found some at a place called “Ollie’s” that were marked down to $0.75 each. I don’t know what they were made of, but none of my usual birds or squirrels will touch them. The same suet block has been out there, hanging on the tree, for a week now and had just a few peck holes in it. I tossed it on the ground and it’s still there a day later. Even the squirrels won’t eat it – and it’s supposed to be a tough winter this year. That’s the main reason I don’t have any animal antics pictures lately.
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I have also been beating my head against the wall trying to figure out what is wrong with one of my computers. At first, I just thought is was some playfulness of Vista, but that was not the trouble. What happens is that it will suddenly, for no reason at all, freeze. The mouse stops moving, the keyboard stops responding, and it just sits there looking stupid. I have to power down to recover. Then, during power-up and re-boot, it may or may not stop responding yet again. At first I thought it might be memory but overnight tests say no. Then I tried power supplywent from a 250W to a 475W unit. Still does it. Then I bought a new video card for the PCI-X slot – no change. Then I tried a new 500G hard drive – no change. Finally I threw caution to the winds and yanked all the connections and pulled the motherboard. I examined every square inch of it by magnifying glass. Couldn’t find a thing except one of the hundreds of pins on a RAM-stick slot was bent. As a test, I pulled the stick out and firet the computer up. It ran for two days and I thought I’d ficed it. BOOM! Still halts again.
Now enter the big guns. I fired a salvo of Ubuntu LINUX at it. This ran nicely for three days, then started halting again. So, unless I can come up with the cosmic force that has inhabited my computer and making it fail, this one is headed for the old graveyard in the closet along with my 8″ floppy drive and my tape backup units.