Day SixtyOne: 2 months down a life time to go. The phones ringing... but I'm sleeping... maybe someone died... there was a death in the Family... the Mazda died on the side of the road at 6:10 AM. Fortunately Heather had her cell phone and remembered the home phone number... well fortunate for her anyway... I crawled out of bed, slid on my boots and headed 10 minutes up the street by Lawson's school and picked her up and brought her home... Too Cold, Too Early... I'll go back and deal with that shit when the temp isn't in the negative double digit numbers. We got home and made Breakfast for the boy and Heather. Too early for me, can't do food yet. I went to work on the outlet... it was nice that he tried to clean the area but the skills in this department are lacking. By the time I redid the job proper I made almost $6 in change that was lying on the floor when I Actually Swept the floor. The likely hood of it being two bad outlets at the same time? Pretty much none but I had to look in the box to see if there was a mouse caucus or something fried across the lines... no luck, not even a loose wire-nut or anything like that, one line in, obviously last one on the circuit and wired directly to the outlet, no voltage. So I go down to the fuse box again (now a few years back I labeled all the lines coming out of the box so I didn't have to open the box and look inside it, which would have been a good idea if I had used something to write with on the labels that didn't fade away over time)... screw it I'm not opening the fuse box. I will track it down another day when I can play a game of "Hey tell me what lights just went out". I picked up some of the tools on the bench and put them away. In doing so (this is where the worm hole effect starts to take place) I find a piece of scrap wood from the cabinets I made, nice maple. It just happens to be about the right size by the looks of it to replace a bamboo handle on a silicon spatula I'm rather fond of and use frequently (the bamboo keeps splitting and is in about 3 layers now)... so I fired up the belt sander and took it down to the right dimensions and voila a new handle. OK I fixed something, wasn't the electrical or the car but something got fix... and it's Monday... I needed a break. Lunch rolled around and Heather helped Lawson make some hot-dogs, mac and cheese for lunch... ick, I made us some omelettes, green peppers, shrooms, bacon and cheese. Then needed another rest... being upright on Mondays is hard. Heather wasn't missing anything pressing at work today and we had to still go rescue the car. In the Q and A period about "so what happen? did it just die or..." - My first question was did the car squeal like it normally does in the morning... Answer: 'No everything was good today, didn't make any noise at all' - Yup, damn thing has been squealing for 3 years, belts look good thought it might be the tensioning pulley... OK regardless if the pulley is going or not... not making noise at this point is a bad thing. Something obviously is no longer turning. We went back it fired right up, we headed home, made it 2 blocks and it crapped out again... so if there is no belt and the battery is so low the car won't run... why did it even start, that's a hell of a drain on a battery... oh wait, likely doesn't take much to turn over the sewing machine motor in it. So, I opened the hood... yup, no belt. Found the problem. I brought jumper cables, hooked the one car to the other and charged it for a bit... we got half way home on that. Died again, charged it once more... made it 2 city blocks from our house... do we drag it home or charge it again... gave it another 5 minute charge, it's hard to tow something into the driveway and then get the tow vehicle out from stuck in front of it when you actually want to go someplace. Dinner: Shit we still have a flat of wings in the fridge we didn't cook all of from Saturday night. Wing night again... oh the hardships. Some home made dip and some veggies... and we sat around the table and talked about how we weren't food snobs but Buffalo Chicken wings (contrary to local belief) are not breaded, don't have fucking BBQ sauce on them and for the love of god, don't come in any form of what people here would consider MILD... Black pepper is more spice than you find in most spicy dishes in the North. The wife and I finished watching the mini series Wacko or Waco or someplace like that in Texas... now I recall this unfolding IRL many years ago, by the time the shit hit the fan, everyone in Canada had stopped paying attention to the standoff. I can understand why and trust the governments just as much now as I did before watching this. I wouldn't go out of your way to waste 6 hours here, just accept that religion is the root of most wars fought on this planet, civil or otherwise. Bewilders me... now I can kind of understand stabbing someone for the last tuna-melt but to do so just because of differing religious views? That's messed... unless of course your religion includes believes that involve stabbing me for that last tuna-melt. Wait, err... So anyway... But I'm spending too much time with my leg up trying to survive, Mondays are hard because I typically do too much on the weekend... Some Mondays I don't even get out of bed, now this week I have a feeling that Monday is going to carry over to Tuesday. I should stage a glass of water and a few pills beside the bed tonight just in case. Oh and it looks like one of Lawson's hockey videos was reviewed by a company that helps hockey players take their game to the next level... going to have to go over that, talk to them and get back to you all tomorrow... They seem to think he's pretty good for a 10 year old... I'm going to have to break it to him he was only 8 when that video was shot. LOL Night All.