The boys and I just struggled back from Landlady’s ridge, on our daily visit to her chickens. It’s been unusually windy today, and by that I mean there’s basically no loose dirt left on the ridgetops. My little hollow doesn’t get the wind as bad, obviously, but that means it swirls around in a crazy and unpredictable manner, often dumping fistfuls of that dirt it got from the ridgetops right on me. Temp’s nice, though. I know I’ll pay for saying this, but winter acts like it’s basically over. In February? Yeah, I’ll pay for that. I should delete it.
I got the battery back in Ian’s tractor this morning before the wind got really bad, and after much cranking to clear air out of the fuel lines the engine started and ran as if there’d never been a problem.
I have no clue why it does this. Everything on the engine except the starter is mechanical. I can’t imagine how it can have an intermittent fuel problem, but it really does. The tank is clean, the filter is clear, and this morning it ran beautifully. I know nothing’s fixed, but if it behaves like it did the last two times it did this to me there will be a few hours of good running time. Which means it’s good to go for hole-digging around Ian’s place.
A couple of days ago I broke something I’ve carried with me for decades, and I still has a sad.In the course of a long life I’ve gone through dozens of freebie coffee cups. When they break I ‘can’em, when they get in the way I ditch them. But I’ve had this one for almost thirty years. My two years at Motech, a long-defunct vocational school outside Detroit, was my ticket out of the dealership and I have always had a soft spot in my memory for it. This cup lasted as long as it did because for most of the intervening time I didn’t drink out of it, I used it as my shaving mug. But I moved out here and grew a beard, and needed shaving soap like that proverbial fish with its bicycle. It was only a matter of time, alas. RIP.
The incident got me thinking about how much stuff I’ve just dumped over the years. I own very few things that I’ve had for a very long time. In fact by far the winner is a particular lamp……and somehow or other I’ve kept this thing with me since I was in high school, for well over forty years. And it came my way in no particularly special manner. I did a summer job of yard work for this old lady for gas money, and after she paid me and just as I was leaving she pulled a fast one: She asked me to take a bunch of bags of trash to the dump. I looked inside and said “Sure!” with no intention of going anywhere near the dump. Several bags of hardback books, some in excellent condition. I lived with my older brother at the time. He and I went through them for what we wanted, and I took the rest to my favorite used book store. Made more on the books than I did on the yard work.
Anyway, there was some other junk and it did eventually find its way to the dump with our own trash, but in among the kibble was this cool old brass lamp with the cord cut off and the socket bashed in. Took me less than ten minutes to re-wire it, and somehow or other I’ve kept it with me all this time when I’ve ditched or given away literal tons of other stuff over the years. No explanation. The only other thing I have anywhere near as old is a walking stick I never use.