Friday, October
14, 2022
Late to bed, late to rise. It was almost 9:00 AM when I rolled out of the sack. About the only productive time I spent today was shopping for groceries and starting a map flash drive to take traveling. I went to the Kansas Department of Transportation website and downloaded maps of all 105 Kansas counties. The space on the drive is 128 GB, and the 105 PDF's have taken up less than ½ GB, so I'll have room for several states. In prowling about the internet I found a couple of pictures of me at Hershey last week. Saturday, October 15, 2022 Today I got around to the Camry's overdue oil change. Changing oil is simple, but the filter is another story. I have five filter wrenches. Four of them are too large to fit this little filter. One fits, but will grab a filter only to install it, but not to remove it. This leads me to ask: How stupid is it possible to be? So when I went to town for my Saturday night out I stopped at a parts store and bought a filter wrench that not only fits, but works in both directions. After a tasty dinner of enchiladas blancas at La Fiesta I went to see Don't Worry Darling. When I arrived at the theater there was a line out the door and only one person selling tickets. This wasn't a case of the manager failing to schedule another person. The one person selling tickets was the manager, and she said she hasn't been able to recruit another person. So the labor shortage has hit Cowley County. But how about the movie? I enjoyed it. The setting is a swanky company town in the Mojave in the fifties. We are never told exactly what the cult-like company does, but it's all very secret. Chris Pine as the charismatic and creepy leader is very good, and Florence Pugh as one of the wives who are not allowed to know what's going on is outstanding. Olivia Wilde plays one of the wives, and directs. This is only her second feature as a director, and it's very well done. If she directs another, I'll see it. |
Rob Heyen caught me trudging through
the Red Field.
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Kathy Taggert got a shot of me
visiting with MTFCA president George Akin.
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Tuesday, October
18, 2022
There's a saying in the Model T world that the question isn't whether a T crank shaft will break, but when it will break. These cranks were none too sturdy when they were new, and after a hundred years of pounding sometimes they break, often doing considerable collateral damage. Because of this, my 1923 touring and my 1915 runabout both have new SCAT cranks. The SCAT Model T crank is heavier and stronger than the original, and there have been no reports of one breaking. But being larger than the original, it will hit one of the lower pan reinforcements, popularly called horseshoes, if you don't grind a little off the horseshoe. Well, recently I started up the runabout and heard a distinct knock in the engine. I suspected the reason was some maintenance I had just done. I had tightened all the cap screws holding the inspection cover on the bottom of the oil pan, including the one where the crank shaft comes close to the rear horseshoe. Sure enough, when I backed that cap screw out a little the knock was gone. The simple fix was to just grind about ⅛" off the end of the cap screw. I made a little video of the adventure. Wednesday, October 19, 2022 Last night Shorty slept inside. When I called her at bedtime she came running, because it was pretty chilly out. During cold weather I have an electric blanket on my bed, with a couple of regular blankets on top of that, then a big comforter, and on top of that an army blanket for Shorty. She doesn't like the cold any more than I do, and she doesn't waste any time getting into the house or the shop to warm up. Most of today was a medical adventure. My cardiologist had me visit the hospital in Ponca City for tests. That included ultrasound and an MRI. I thought I was going to go on the treadmill too, but they gave me an injection while several sensors were stuck to my chest, and that's supposed to be the same as the treadmill test. I was there for over two hours. On the way home I stopped at the market for celery, and finally got home at 3:35. By the time I brought in firewood and laid the fires in the kitchen stove and the living room fireplace the day was pretty well spent. This evening I skipped the cup of port wine after dinner. For years that has been a regular thing most evenings but for awhile I'm cutting that back to two or three times a week to see if that cutback in calories will take off a few pounds. This morning I weighed 145 pounds. I'd prefer 140, which will make my BMI score 18. That's at the skinny end of the optimal range. I have a friend who is overweight, diabetic, and has had heart surgery, and smokes. He promotes the "Keto" diet, and often posts pictures on Facebook showing a meal of what I call heart attack food.When I asked him what his BMI was he said he didn't know. He doesn't want to know. It takes a few seconds to Google a BMI chart. |
Friday,
October 21, 2022 It's called a senior moment, but today's snafu was more of a senior few hours. It was a little past noon when I suddenly remembered a 1:00 PM appointment with the eye doc in Wichita. It would take me an hour and a half to get there, so there was nothing to do but phone and reschedule. I did actually accomplish something today. I tested dozens of vintage bulbs, looking for ones that would be suitable for magneto headlamps. Magneto lights are wired in series, so the bulbs have to be matched for equal brightness in pairs. A lot of the bulbs I tested were good, but not bright enough to suit me. I ended up with several good pairs, each pair together in a plastic bag. There are more than would fit in the little 3 x 4¼ x 4¼ candy tin I've been using so they will ride in a 3⅝ x 5 x 7 wooden cigar box. It holds eight pairs of magneto headlamp bulbs, one spare 1129 bulb for the battery charger, and a candle to lubricate the bases, sockets, and headlight rims. I'll add a few tail/brake and turn signal LED's. For the last hour before quitting time I went to Oklahoma. Gasoline at the gasino just across the state line is usually 5¢ to 7¢ a gallon less than in town. Today it was $3.049 and the town price was $3.499. I'd say the 45¢ a gallon difference made it worth my time to drive the runabout down there. Tomorrow I'll fill the Camry. Saturday, October 22, 2022 Auction day. Shorty got a long Model T ride as I went to check out three auctions. The Roth auction at the fairgrounds in Winfield had one item of mild interest, a set of vintage porcelain-coated steel bowls. One of those would be good to take camping. I would bid on them if they were still there after I checked out the other auctions. At the Defore auction downtown there were several good items among the tools. Those wouldn't come up for sale until mid-afternoon, so there was plenty of time for a drive up to Douglass to see what they were selling at the Brazle auction. The answer turned out to be absolutely nothing I cared about. I drove the twenty miles to Douglass on 19½ miles of back roads, having to use a modern highway for only half a mile. In that forty mile round trip I don't think I met more than three of four other vehicles. Kansas is great for Model T driving, with lots of very low-traffic back roads. Back at the fairgrounds the set of bowls had been sold, so I went back to the Defore auction and read the newspaper and the new Vintage Ford while I waited for them to get to the tools. When they did I bought a large box of sandpaper for $8, a roll of light chain for $7, five ⅜" and ½" ratchets for $1 each, an electric drill for $1, and a tubing bender for $1. I left the auction at 4:30, got home at 5:10, and drove modern for Saturday night out. After dinner at La Fiesta I went to see Ticket to Paradise, a rom-com with George Clooney and Julia Roberts. It's a well made, pleasantly amusing diversion. It won't win any awards, but it was an enjoyable hour and 44 minutes. |
Monday, October
31, 2022
Today I continued the weed war across the road. Yesterday I cleared the area from the end of the fence to the water tank. My aim today was to clear another ten feet. My aunt Mary used to say that missing a meal made her feel "woozy". I've never had that problem, but after about a half hour working I felt a bit woozy myself, so I went up to my office and sat for an hour or so until the feeling went away. That time off the job kept me from clearing the whole ten feet of weeds I had planned. I had to quit at three to go to town for hardware, pills, and groceries. By the time I checked the tires on the runabout for air pressure and aired up the ones that needed it, and put away tools I used on the puller, and unloaded auction purchases from a week ago, wedidn't get away until 3:30. Shorty was so eager for a ride that she was barking when I drove the car out of the shop. Our three stops in town were at the farm supply for a couple of pounds of half inch nuts, at the pharmacy for blood pressure pills and diapers, and at the market for groceries. The nuts are not for a specific project, but just stock to have in the nut drawer when I need them. The diapers are a staple product for a graduate of prostate surgery with a perpetual slow drip. They're one of the products I keep in extra supply so I have some when they're out of stock in the store. Another item in that category is the jalapeño cheese I like. When I get down to two packages of that I buy another so I'm well stocked when the store runs out. Sometimes products are out of stock for a long time. All the Walmarts were out of the wheat crackers I like at the start of September, and two months later they're still out. Every month the Dillons stores send me coupons for some of the products I buy often. There is usually one for Kroger frijoles refritos, and I usually can't use it because the beans are out of stock. That's another product I buy when my stock gets down to less than half a dozen. Oh, by the way, I shot some video of my new big weed and small tree puller. Today I edited and posted it here. |