Well today I rose from bed after a chemically induced coma (Nyquil) of 12 hours. Steph brought Heath in for a good wrestling match on the bed until I started to cough again. I staggered to the bathroom and hacked and gagged and spit out what I believe was part of a lung. Then Made coffee and fell into my desk chair to check email and write nonsense poems to johndeereelfman to relieve his boredom.
Wife loaded up Heath and Diesel and went to the vet - I was in no shape to keep the kid as I was having coughing spasms that nearly ended in my passed out in the floor. I have a doc appointment for Tuesday. It was already scheduled so I am just trying to survive long enough to make it there. LOL
Last week Diesel decided to tackle a Ford Fusion that was speeding up the road. I hope he tore the crap out of it. I haven't seen it come back by the house. They didn't stop. He laid in the street for about a minute then got up and hobbled back to the yard. He was trying to walk on it and i didn't feel anything broken so we didn't take him ( plus he had no money) to the vet. Well yesterday he wasn't using it at all so she took him. Remember the old John Wayne quote that if you are going to be stupid you had better be tough. Well he is only bruised. He is also hard to get a good picture of.
Carmel had to get her picture made too
After she got back from the vet Heath went down for a nap and we began to investigate why the fuel pump on the BlueOx would not shut off. After much poking prodding and checking wires it shut off. Still have no idea why.
While I was reading wiring diagrams the chickens decided to come in for a visit and to see if there were any bugs hiding in the shop.
One that mystery was investigated and not solved I pulled the Ox out of the carport while Steph went to make more coffee. Then Her S10 got put up on the jack to find out why the starter is not engaging the flywheel every time.
While she pulled the starter I took the steering column apart to address the long over due loose tilt wheel mechanism. One of the PO's had tried to fix it improperly and only succeeded in messing up the head of the only torx bolt they tried to tighten. Then they apparently squirted something in the other bolts to try to keep them from backing out any further. So out came the tap and die set to clean up their mess. I got it all tightened and the sun went down and we couldn't see anything so we packed it up for the night.
Tomorrow we will finish it all up and for the first time in almost a year both truck will be properly functioning. Then I am hoping to get Old Smokey (1990 Chevy K1500 Suburban 6.2l Diesel with a banks turbo) under the carport to work on the fuel lines. It is a shame it has been neglected for so long, but everything else kept getting in the way of working on it. Plus you guys reading this kind of gets me motivated to have something to write about LOL>