My back isn't happy.
If you are wondering why I have not been doing daily updates it is because I HATE THIS FREAKING KEYBOARD. My good one died. You have to beat this one like it owes you money. I think it was made for Schwartzenager.
Tuesday we took the CUCV to its owner. Then we stopped by a park and turned Heath loose. He is finally getting the idea of what a slide is for. He would rather have a tractor though. We spent the rest of the day doing family stuff.
Yesterday morning we were awakened by a truck pulling in the yard. The power company. It seems that Steph did not pay the bill she thought she did. I am not sure what she paid. We had to scramble to get some cash. The bill was $180. I had $12. I told her that it was my fault for not showing her how the bills are done. She got some extra money and thought she would pay the bill. Something got paid.
My first thought was the old 88 pickup that has been sitting here for 4 years. I got under it a while back and found out that it was going to need a new frame and lots of body work. It had been sitting and used for parts since then. Since it needed a full restoration - or basically prying off the radiator cap and driving a new truck under it - I have thought if scrapping it for a while.
So we proceeded to empty the crap out of the bed and then pulled it to the top of the hill with the BlueOx. Steph took the OX down the hill with the tow dolly and dropped the cradle. As soon as I started down the hill I realized there was a problem – NO BRAKES.
I slammed the parking brake down, but no dice, the field was wet. The old truck slid right over the dolly and straddled it. When it went over my back got jarred bad. I staggered up the hill and Steph called her mom to borrow some money. I could barely stand. Her mom told her that she was giving us money for Christmas so she would just deduct the amount.
After about 6 hours on my massaging cushion I was able to move again and we went out to try to straighten out the mess.
It was dark and Stephs brain was in shutdown mode so it took a lot longer than it should have. We finaly managed to just pull the truck over the dolly.
Then Christine was hooked to the dolly and pulled around in front of the 88. My long Amsteel Blue synthetic winch cable was run under Christine, over the dolly, and to the 88. The other end went on the Ox in front of Christine.
Then Steph put the Ox in gear and her brain in neutral. The 88 was not going up on the dolly. I was screaming stop and flashing my flashlight at her. She kept going. By the time she stopped she had pulled the dolly forward and turned Christine about 45 degrees.
You can say what you want about the Ox, but she will flat pull.
Once everythign was untangled, and we had the truck up on the dolly, we hooked the cable to Christine and I pulled it up the h ill with the Ox.
It was about 930. We called it a day.
I laid in bed trying to remember if I took my sleeping medicine and didn't think I did so I had Steph go get it for me. I woke up at 2pm. Evidently I had already taken it – but I was well rested.
We all went outside and jerked the few remaining parts off the pickup that I wanted and then headed off to the scrap yard.
Uneventfully we got unloaded then headed off to do some shopping. There were some things we really needed.
My holster had decided it did not want to hold my pistol any longer so a new one had to be found. I got tired of not being able to get out of the truck without having to grab at my pistol.
We went to Dick's Sporting goods. I also grabbed a couple of boxes of ammo that was pretty cheap. Finding .22 WMR is hard so I grabbed a box.
We got a bag of JellyBelly's. Heath decided they were great.
We ate dinner at Moe's. I had the Homewrecker, Steph had an Alfrado Garcia, Heath had a cheese quesselida. He must have been hungry because he ate it and a ton of chips and queso.
Then we swung by Lowe's and got some sawsall blades. Then to Harbor Freight to get some cutoff wheels.
One run through the grocery store and we were home.
Heath was amazingly well behaved – especially since he had no nap. We were both proud of the little guy. He was in bed at 830 and asleep about 20 minutes later. He didn't even crawl out of the crib.
I will be buying a new keyboard soon. I HATE THIS KEYBOARD.