And things were going so good too.
This morning Steph left for work at 645. I was laying in the bed and I could hear the blower on her truck running, but it never started. I sent her a text and asked what was wrong. A minute later she drove off. I thought nothing more of it.
i laid in bed for about 30 minutes and finally
Heath and I went outside at around 11. I started working on the Wheel Horse.
About 30 minutes later Steph texted me back and said that she had heard the neighbor shooting and was sitting there looking to see if he was shooting the chickens again.
I drained all the fuel out of the Horse and saw that the fuel line was rotten. So I pulled it completely out and set it aside to get more.
I also pulled out the spark plugs and cleaned them.
I turned my attention to the little Craftsman off and on when I was walking back and forth to the shop for tools. I hosed the hydro release lever with PB Blaster and knocked it back and forth with a little hammer. When I had the Wheel Horse as done as I could get it I stayed at the Hydro. Finally I got it where I could move it by hand. I have a feeling that the release froze up and someone broke the pull trying to release it.
(the kinda z shaped arm)
When I walked back to the house to get a jump box I noticed that Heath and Gunner were looking at a lump under the Trampoline. I went to see what it was. It was Cadbury the chicken. Dead. A brief inspection showed a .22 cal hole behind her left wing. I was not happy.
I called animal control and reported it. they said they would send someone out.
I hunted around for some oil to put in the Craftsman. I knew I had a brand new quart that had been sitting on the mower. I finally found a different quart and filled it up. A little gas and I tried to start it. the jump box didn't have enough poop. So I came in and got another one. It didn't have enough either.
Animal control showed up so I dealt with him. I knew what he was going to say. but I want it on record anyway. that way when I snap and pound him into the ground like a tent peg I have things documented. Nothing they can do without proof. We talked a bit then he went next door to talk to the jerk.
While he was here Garland came over to bring me a Murray tractor. Or most of one. Once animal control went next door I went to look at what he had.
When he left I went back to the Craftsman. Animal control was still next door.
Since neither box had enough juice to crank the tractor I hooked them both up at once. It started immediately. it was a risky move, but it worked.
I left it running for about 30 minutes to see if it would explode or anything exciting. I did some tidying up in the yard.
I am not sure how long Animal control was next door, but at some point he left.
I shut off the Craftsman and Heath, Gunner, and I left for Autozone.
As son as Gunner saw the leash he got excited. He is doing much better riding in a vehicle and he behaved wonderfully at the stores. That shock collar worked miracles.
At AZ I got a fuel filter. They didn't have any line or a gas cap.
This beauty was in the parking lot.
We headed over to NAPA. then we got there I detected an aroma I couldn't quite put my finger on. Gunner sat beside me but had his nose locked on the scent. The guy at the counter said that the other guy had spilled a bucket of fish bait.
We got fuel line and a gas cap for the Horse.
Back home Steph had already got home and had on work clothes. We gathered up some tools, hooked up to the trailer, and left for Lincolnton. A guy had a parts truck and I was getting some parts for Spooky.
We go there and I started to pull the front bumper off. The guy asked what I would pay for the whole truck minus engine and trans. I gave him a price. He agreed. I stopped pulling parts. Fortunately I only got 2 bolts out.
Brand new tires and every body part I need to make Spooky perfect.
He had an 89 Pickup he was trying to get running. I tinkered with it a bit but we can't figure out who it isn't triggering the fuel pump. I will have to check a wiring diagram. Tomorrow I am going to go over with the engine hoist and help him pull the engine. Saturday a friend is going with me to pick it up. I don't really want to pull a full size behind CherryBerry even though it wont weigh much with no drive train.
We wet to Bi-lo and got some groceries. Heath wanted one of the firetruck shopping carts. So I pushed him around like a maniac. Everyone thought it was funny but one old fogie employee. He glared at me. I glared back and kept right on. The store was nearly empty so it wasn't like I was running over people.
We got back home and the idiot neighbor was standing on his porch glaring at us. I told Steph she wasn't to talk to him no matter what he said or did.
Heath has already stripped naked and is running around the back yard.
After I get some more Gatorade in me I am going to go cook Brats. (Bratwurst not unruly kiddies)