Well, BOOOO-OOOO-BOOOO! Come the end of the month, anyhow. In my family Halloween started early 'cause my Dad's birthday was the thity first and he liked to whoop it up; jokes and pranks all month long.
Howdy, folks, glad to see all are still percolating. Speaking of percolating, thanks for the cawfee, e'en though it was not offered, only beer; maybe later for the beer.
Been keeping the good thoughts running for those who need them. Sorry about your Dad's difficulties Slim, I hope they settle down and he can live the rest of his life in relative peace and comfort; I will keep your family in my thoughts. Stu, I was hoping you would not have the ill effects of that chemo, even though I know most folks do. Mrs Hairyman was very fortunate in her dance with it, the only thing she suffered was the loss of her hair, her crown you might say, and not being able to gain any weight, although that was not much of a thing for her since by the time she go out of the hospital after her near miss, she had attained her pre-marrying weight of 98 pounds; she was almost happy about that. Hope your schnoz is getting all healed up, Arcey, and the vampire saga gets sorted out. I went to the suckers last week, and they took nine of those big tubes out of me; then I went to get my "MAN" shot, and before they shot me, they stuck me and took five of the tubes worth out of my arm, same one the other vampire had used. Got the results yesterday - textbook, except my A1C was up a bit. Sigh!!
We have been slogging along, heads down, leanin' into the harness, tolerating the Docs and their pokin' and gougin'; making some headway after a fashion. Mrs. Hairyman will be done with her radiation sessions next week, and glad of it; it is finally getting her down, although she doesn't let it show very much, she is quite uncomfortable from the burns. My gut exams were a mixed bag; colon is fine, but stomach is a problem, seems I have a serious case of gastroparesis, along with chronic gastritis - doh! No wonder I always feel kind of queasy. Trying to sort it out with some liquid med that, so far, just gives me the gut rumbles, and a terrible methane emission problem. Oh well, another day, another dollar to somebody.
I am studying for my Technicians Class Amateur Radio Operators License, used to be called Novice - Ham radio; just something to do to try to flex my brain a bit. Been spreading our time between our granddaughter's sports; Bella is playing softball this year, and is doing quite well, seems to have a sort of natural feel for the game. She didn't care much for the soccer she played the last two years, but Devin, on the other hand, seems to like soccer. I just wonder if it is not because her stepmother is the coach, though; sometimes I get the feeling she would be just as happy to lay by the pool and be a glamour girl.
Reading about the ballast resistors took me back a few years, and I do think the consensus is correct; I even carried two of the things wrapped in a rag in my toolbox; I had a couple of friends who had Crashler vehicles and would always call on me when they couldn't get them to run. Often as not the problem was that resistor. It's funny how the different makers vehicles seemed to have peculiarities like that; with GM, it was points and condenser, until they came out with the HEI, then it was the module inside the distributor. I never fooled around with Ferds enough to get to know them very well, but it seems their idiosyncrasies were more often fuel system related.
Well, daylight's burnin', Baby Bro and spousal unit are in town for day or two for her semiannual gambling fix, so he and I will be spending the day together. Guess I'd better get to movin'.
Y'all take good care.
Later.
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