Monday, October 22, 2007

  I don't know if it's just a front, but it's positively cold, today.  We're going to (read: planning to) go to a local hardware store for the pipes, and I'm going to have to wear my jacket.

  I hear there's another superfire on the west coast.  Let's go back in time, shall we.

  "What do we do about these forest fire's, sir?"  "Well, what we do is prevent all fires and let the fuel for them build up."  "Sounds good, sir."

  Yea, government!  And then there were such hits as the war on drugs and the war on poverty.  Yea!  Bring on government controlled health care!  It can't fail (even though it has everywhere else)!  Yea!

  I now have some pipe supplies, but I was unable to begin working, today.  We had some regular work jobs, and this is going to be something I should start fairly early in the morning, anyway, so, fingers crossed for tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

  I did manage to get a pretty good amount done.  Downside: for lack of a few parts, I did not get enough done to be able to turn the water back on.

  Actually, I was able to plug the smaller pipes well enough to have the water on temporarily, like to shower, but there's one 1 inch pipe that I could not adequately plug, so I get no shower, tonight.  I don't like going to bed dirty/post-sweaty.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

  What a freakin' day.  I did not get much sleep, then I had to get straight to work on the plumbing, after waking.  I didn't even make the bed or eat breakfast.  After a few different tries and about three trips to the hardware store, I finally have the water running with only a very small leak in a particular area.

  But wait.  There's more.  Let's throw some locksmithing into the mix.

  A particular business, out of town, was broken into last night, and they need us to secure the building today.  My father is at a restaurant changing the combination on a troublesome safe, so I have to go check out the sitch without him.

  It's not too bad, as it relates to the plumbing getting done, because I would be waiting for some pipe cement to dry, anyway, but what is bad is the time-frame I have in which to get the securing job done.  I go, check it out, decided what I need, confer with my father, get some money for supplies, go get the supplies.

  A bright spot is that he finally finished the job he was on, so he was able to go with me to help get things done.  Otherwise, I would have had to stop back by him and pick up the tools I would have needed, and probably would have not gotten everything.

  With the exception of time spent waiting for someone else who was helping in getting something done, there wasn't a time that I wasn't doing something.

  We got done with that job at about 7:30PM and then went to eat.  Back home and shower, glorious shower.  I was hoping to wash my sheets, today, but it's too late at night.

  Except, perhaps for seeing to that small leak, I'm not doing jack on the bathroom, tomorrow.  Not that it'll be a day off.  There's still the other work that we weren't able to get to, today.  I'm hoping he won't want to start early.

  I saw a brown/black wooly caterpillar in the yard.  I wanted to show it to my great-niece, but the opportunity never presented itself.  Last night, I saw an opossum in the yard, and, while cutting pipe, I looked down at the side of the cement block, on which I was standing, and I saw a little gecko and a snail checking each other out.  I wish I could have gotten a picture of that.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

  I think our business dry spell is at an end.  We got call after call.  Fortunately, some of them could wait until tomorrow.  I did not do anything for the bathroom, today.

  Two days ago, I was stung under my right jaw by a wasp.  It was sore the first day, but since then, it's just itched.  It's annoying.

Friday, October 26, 2007

  I heard that Katie Couric interviewed a military sniper.  She asked him what he felt whenever he shot a terrorist.  He said, a slight recoil.  I gave a slight mental squeak of delight.

  By the way, you that joke, what's the last thing that goes through a bug's head when he hits a windshield?  His butt.  I love that joke.  I'm putting it on my mental list of near-perfect jokes.  Because it's a mental list, I forget what the other joke was, but there's only two, so far.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

  Nutin'.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

  I gave another go at that last leaky connection.  Used some blue gooey, pastey stuff, but it still didn't work.