My big brave dog is afraid of rain now.

No thunder, mind you; not a bit. But around here rain usually comes with thunder and Tobie decided there was no need to wait for it before beginning his meltdown.

So I put up with him panting and pacing for an hour until the rain turned to snow and he settled right down. Snow never has thunder, so it’s okay.

Yeah, the weather we’ve been promised for the past two days finally arrived, and we’ll see how much snow we have by morning. Judging from the very scant snowfalls we’ve had all winter I’m guessing hardly any, which since I just typed that out loud probably means we’ll be snowed in for the rest of the month.

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Wheat berries!

Several years ago Landlady added a grain mill to the capabilities of Ian’s Cave. I used it to gradually grind up the wheat berries that had been sitting around for longer than I’ve lived here, to no purpose. Took a while to settle on the right proportions for my bread recipe, half a cup per loaf, and it was a big improvement.

But wheat berries are, for some reason I’ve never understood, several times as expensive as plain supermarket flour so when those two buckets’ worth were gone, they were gone. Last year a Friend of the Gulch came past, bringing a gift of wheat berries: Not a lot, but enough to eke out my supply for a while.

A few days ago I ground the last of it…


And that was it, baby. Last of the Mohicans. When that’s gone, it’s St. Famine’s Day.

Except, wait a minute. Yeah, I’ve been totally broke for as long as I’ve lived here, and long since adopted a “scrounge or do without” policy that I’ve sometimes struggled to shake off now that I actually have a small-by-conventional-standards income. Specific to this topic, I’m used to thinking of wheat berries like bars of solid gold, precious objects forever out of my price range. But was that necessarily still true?

Turns out, not in the least!


Happy day! This stuff has been an integral part of my diet for so long I was feeling kind of bereft, and I looked upon those two little sacks with the sort of greedy joy I normally reserve for a new gun or pair of good boots.

Those sacks would never do, though. That was just asking for bugs or mice to help themselves. Happily…


I had optimistically never quite brought myself to repurpose one of the original wheat buckets. So it’ll be fine, while it waits to be ground. And yes, I do plan to fill that bucket in the very near future.

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And so that’s why people use reactive targets, I guess…

They’re more fun, so you use them more.


I’ve been beating up my new little dueling tree so much in the past few days it’s starting to eat into my ammo stash. In ze old days the closest thing to a reactive target we had was in Hunter Pistol Silhouette matches, and they just fell down.

The Arex is well and truly worn in now, and it has had an unexpected effect on trigger pull. I expected the trigger to smooth out but I didn’t expect it to get lighter.

According to my crappy trigger pull gage it started at 7 1/2 to 8 pounds but now…


…it’s down to a consistent 5 1/2. Which is more likable. Of course that’s after on the order of 1500 rounds of live ammo and god alone knows how much dry firing, but still. As long as wearing it in isn’t wearing it out, I’ll take it.

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Yup, March is a traitor.

Every damned year.

After a couple of unpleasantly blustery but not especially cold days, March let winter back out of the box…


Cold AND heavy overcast isn’t the usual combination, but yesterday had me running the Honda on the porch just to jazz some juice into my depleted batteries even though I wasn’t particularly stressing them. Happily, I can do that now. It cleared in the late afternoon just in time for a January-worthy frigid night, so I’m glad I spent the gasoline on that or I might have actually worried about frozen electrolyte.

And this morning…


With the unaccustomed addition of a little humidity from that dusting of snow, the whole desert looks like a jewelbox. That’ll stop as soon as the sun gets a foothold because today’s supposed to be quite a lot warmer than – well, pretty much all last week.

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Fact Check: True

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It works! Hee hee ho ho ha ha, it works!

So the first Wednesday of the month is Senior Day at the Palace of Food, which Neighbor L and I hit most months.


On the way back she graciously agreed to stop at the post office to see if the new orifice for my misbehaving bedroom heater had arrived. Happy day, it had! Which celebration turned to concern as the moment for installing it approached, because if this didn’t work I was down to replacing the whole furnace. Which was going to make me feel pretty stupid, but that’s the extremity I’m prepared to go to if it gets me my bedroom heater back. The worst of the winter is (probably) over but the nights are always still cold: At high altitude, with little humidity, we get some pretty mean day/night temperature swings and I want my bedroom heater, dammit. (Stomps foot like a 3-year-old.)

I had already taken off the firebox access plate, on which the pilot assembly is mounted, so often that the gaskets were falling apart. So I got a new roll of flat woven gasket material from the local hardware and was ready to go. Messing with the new gasket situation added time to the process of getting the new pilot assembly – with its second new orifice – installed, but by about two in the afternoon we were ready to try.


And it works! Oh happy day, it works. I have my bedroom heater back. At least for now.

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Speaking of being old…

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Harbingers of Spring

Gad, it’s been a weird winter.


January was properly cold but we had whole weeks in December and February that were t-shirt weather. March is shaping up to be mild as can be – but I’m only saying that to get the sudden but inevitable betrayal out of the way because March is always the month that breaks my heart. By this time of the season I’m normally so sick of cocooning indoors to stave off the cold that I sort of declare winter over, and it never really is. But this winter, well…


…Tobie’s digging all the Jeep rides, what more can I say.

Anyway – Spring may not be here, but it’s coming. Yesterday I saw the first of the English Sparrows that annually nest in the grocery store columns…


They’re always a welcome sight. And the wind – oh yeah, the Spring wind is here. Shortly the junipers will start getting frisky, and that’s why…


…I’ve made my first pre-emptive antihistamine buy of the season. :\

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Can’t say I’ve still got it, but…

I can find a little bit of it if I try. Yesterday I struggled for almost an hour and a half to replace one front shock on a Jeep TJ, the easiest front shock I know of. This morning I knocked the second one out in less than half an hour, and had to take the air filter box off to do it.

Helps when you remember what wrench where and how to apply it – repetition is the reason dealership wrenches can make flat rate – and I did remember to soak the nuts before I left yesterday. So while yesterday everything that could go wrong did go wrong and the universe was clearly plotting against me, today it was just “three bolts off, three bolts on, put your tools away.”

Then I took the Jeep for a bumpy ride, driving much too fast in hope that if anything was going to shake loose it’d do it on my watch, and at the top of a blind hill I literally had to swerve to avoid crashing into the Jeep’s actual owners. What are the chances they’d be on their way home in that one spot in the desert at that one moment? Uncle Murphy gives me no respect. No respect at all.

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L’s Jeep hates me. Also, new yard target!

I don’t know why it hates me, I was always nice to it. Okay, I left it out in the weather for a couple of months that time my Jeep was getting its transmission ignored, and it’s used to being garaged. And there’s that time Tobie ate the parking brake handle…

Okay, upon review maybe L’s Jeep has reason to hate me. But I’m really trying to do it good, and all it gives me is frozen bolts in awkward places.


I spent a full hour replacing a single front shock absorber. I should have been able to finish the job and also drink a couple of beers in a hour. And by the time I was done with the left shock I was so bent I just soaked the right side bolts in WD-40 and promised to come back tomorrow. Supposed to be nicer weather tomorrow anyway.

Then on the way home Tobie and I went past Ian’s where yesterday I had cemented a 2X4 into a concrete block…


…for something fun.

I have a whole bunch of hanging metal targets at the rifle range, but that’s a long way to go just to empty a quick magazine to keep my hand in. Closer to the cabin, as shown in a couple of ancient Forgotten Weapons videos, I have my old yard target


…which I made – oh, god, eighteen years ago when I still worked at the saw shop in town. And it works fine as long as you only use pistols, which is all I practice with in the yard. But I wanted something more reactive; at 25 yards I can’t always tell when I hit it. So after a lot of procrastination and “you don’t need to spend money on that” I indulged in this little dueling tree. Clearly I have to plant it deeper, but I leveled it with some flat rocks just to see if it would work with my dinky 9mm. And it does, so now it’ll be worth going to the effort of planting it more deeply.

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“I like to do this from time to time to remind myself why I’ve always hated it so much.”

It’s like the old joke about hitting yourself with a hammer because it feels so good when you stop. Last week Neighbor L lamented that, in addition to all the other back-and-forthing she has to do, she needed to take her Jeep to the big town about 50 miles away to get it all new shocks. And I impulsively blurted, “Oh, I can do that for you.”

I don’t regret it, exactly, because what with D so laid up and the constant trips to doctors’ offices she really is busy enough to stress anybody out and it’s something I really can do for her – but I can’t say I didn’t sort of regret it while laying on the ground with her Jeep’s low-slung fuel tank in my face and trying to persuade long-frozen bolts to let go of a shock absorber. This sort of thing is never easy, exactly, but I’m pretty sure it was easier 40 years ago. Anyway, two hours after starting I finished – with the rear shocks – and told her I’d get the fronts tomorrow because I was beat.

And I will, too – front shocks are dead easy on a TJ. But I was swaying on my feet; time to give it a rest.

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Second trip to the prosthetic shop…

…didn’t go ideally well.

I said I wasn’t going to settle this time. The prosthetist took my foot/peg off my old socket, mounted it on the test socket, fiddled and fooled around, watched me walk back and forth and then bid me go outside and walk up and down ramps and such. Instead I crossed the parking lot and walked back and forth on the dirt and rocks around the decorative little trees between the lot and the road, explaining that there is no pavement where I live.

And then I pointed out in as much detail as I could – politely and constructively, it was a friendly conversation – everything I didn’t like about the test socket. It’s not a hopeless case, I mean it’s more comfortable than the one I have. But it isn’t right – and I don’t plan to go through this again. I said before that I wasn’t going to settle this time, and I’m a man of my word.

Anyway, I’m going back in two weeks for what was supposed to be picking up my new leg but instead will be a second fitting. See? I can be a diva when I need to be.

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Oh how I hope this doesn’t become an annual thing…

I was so excited yesterday morning! We went on a water run Sunday, which we never do but that’s just the way D&L’s schedule has been working lately. In a fit of wishfulness I checked my post office box, and…


Hey presto, the new pilot assembly for my bedroom heater was inside! Festivals and celebrations! Extra gruel for the field slaves! When I got home I practically sprinted inside and started tearing the firebox apart. And then, when I got it all back together and happily relit the pilot…


Hoooly crap, it was a holocaust in there. That definitely wasn’t right, the flame was heating up the bedroom with the thermostat turned off. Bother! What could have gone wrong?

I shut it all down, pulled the firebox apart again. Checked the part number on the shipping tag with the number on the confirmation email: It was supposed to be right. Pulled the manual off the shelf and checked the parts list: According to this, it was the wrong number: this one was for natural gas. Now I was just confused.

And also depressed. I had one last forlorn hope…


Neighbor L lent me a bag of gunspring blanks she had used in the past for rodding out orifi. Maybe one of these would work on the old orifice and get me going again?

No. The hole was too small. But there was nothing to do but put the old assembly back into the stove and see if it still worked just a little.

Well, the pilot lit willingly enough but now the strange magic that had allowed me to somehow manually start the furnace by fiddling with the sightglass cover (yes I know that makes no sense but it worked for a while last year too) was broken and gone. I was totally screwed.

I was going to write this up yesterday but didn’t have the heart, it was that depressing. But as one last spit in the abyss’s eye I wrote the following email to Empire Heating Systems…

Hi,

I purchased a new pilot assembly, and what was shipped to me was Empire R2890 Pilot (LP) R12796

Which should have been the right part for propane but clearly isn’t: The pilot flame is much too large and hot. According to your website that part number is correct for propane but in my manual the correct part number is R12795.

Could you please clear this up for me? My bedroom heater is kind of dear to me this time of year and it’s not working at the moment.

I don’t know how your life goes but for me this never works. So to my shock, I got a reply early this morning:

Yes that is the correct pilot. We will send out a new pilot orifice for it.

Wait. If it’s the right part maybe it was fitted with the wrong orifice? And now they’re sending me the correct one? Or it’s the right “LP” orifice but they have another one for … propane? I always took those terms as synonymous and life worked pretty well. I’m confused, but I’ll take it as a last reed to grasp until the package arrives (in 8-10 days if their last package is any indication) and shatters my dreams anew.

Incidentally I have now taken the firebox apart so often that the gasket material is falling apart, so in the meantime I have to find new. Hopefully at the local hardware store, but if not online.

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Put it off as long as we could…

…to allow me to get over my mobility problems and help Neighbor L with her – by now much needed – new pallet of pellets.


Happily it went well. I wasn’t sure it would. But it was more a pleasant workout than a painful ordeal, so good.

Probably the incoming new leg will solve the immediate issue I’m having but I have to tell them that at my current rate of physical deterioration I can’t absolutely guarantee that I’m going to be available to do this next winter.

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Amazon is being creepy again…

Yesterday my older brother sent me a text about a new gadget he recently acquired in his ceaseless (and annually very justified) quest to perfect his hurricane preps…

We had a little back-and-forth about it, and then I forgot about it and went on with my day. Later in the evening, though, I went on Amazon about an unrelated matter, and…

I’m reasonably sure I never saw the name “Jackery” before yesterday, so it caught my eye when I otherwise might not have noticed that some bot somewhere is reading my mail over my shoulder. Not surprising but I can’t say I appreciate the attention.

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I was checking batteries yesterday…

…and came upon my Total Dissolved Solids (TDS) tester…

In the process of testing I stuck it in a cup of the well water that comes out of my tap, and…


Hoooly crap, that’s so much higher than the first time I ever tested it. I thought at first the discrepancy might be an error since I have a new tester a Generous reader sent me two years ago – but I published the reading I got right after receiving that tester, and it read more-or-less consistent with the first test.


That’s a substantial rise in TDS in two years. Doesn’t matter that much since I don’t drink the well water, but it’s something to watch. And wonder about.

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Well the ravens like my bread…

So I had a stale tag-end of bread yesterday and nothing better to do with it but toss the chunks into the wash and eavesdrop on it with my game camera.

click for moving pics.


I wasn’t surprised at ravens but I was amused by the industry with which this mated pair cleaned up every bit and carried it off somewhere.

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Private to weather forecasters…

This is not “partly cloudy.”


Which is what you promised me. And your promise is why I scheduled this morning for bread day. You are fired.

Happily…


(And I’m not done being delighted by this) I can do this now.

So even though I have to run my powerhungry oven while my solar panels are taking a break, I still have juice to spare.

And so…


Beautiful.

An Unnamed Benefactor gave me that generator in summer 2017, the year I built the bedroom addition, but it only gradually revolutionized how I use electrical power. For the first several years it was only good for running power tools. Which was really great, don’t get me wrong, but I still had no easy way to use it on the overall power system. Two years ago, out of the blue, Big Brother sent me the last piece of that puzzle.

Creeping closer to the first world, baby. Which is good timing because when your body finds it harder to do hard things, it’s nice when the things you have to do get easier.

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Baby’s first hearing aid…

Yup, it’s that time.


I’ve had really bad tinnitus since my mid twenties: I’ve been a shooter since I was a child and an idiot for about that long so that’s no surprise. So everything I hear, I need to filter past the loud ringing noise but that never stopped me from carrying on conversations until fairly recently. I noticed it before but it never really drew my attention until last week at the prosthetist’s office. I was in a small, very quiet room conversing with a man whose voice I could barely hear. No excuses about background noise or music.

Not knowing anything about hearing aids I was loath to spend a lot of money on something that might not help at all, so I bought these. Stuck them in my ears last night while watching a DVD, and had to admit I could understand the dialog for the first time in quite a while.

If I keep on this way, sooner or later I’m going to get old or something.

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Bedroom heater did its bad thing again…

Winter returned to the Gulch…


…just in time for my bedroom heater to pack it in, same as it did this time last year.


First it gets undependable, then it stops working entirely. I figured out last year what was the problem: An issue with a clogged orifice so common and predicable the manual actually did predict it.

And so this time I figured fixing the problem before it became terminal would be a matter of a few minutes’ work. As usual, I was wrong.

Last time, I removed the gas tube and the offending orifice fell out on the floor. This time the orifice was firmly stuck inside all the other gadgetry. Which forced me to keep taking things apart till I could get to it.


I never did get the orifice out of the pilot assembly, so I figured I’d try cleaning it in place. I had an ultrasonic brass cleaner a Generous Reader gave me for cleaning pistol cases: Went and got it, and the cleaning solution and some distilled water, from Ian’s place. Set it up, and…it refused to work at all. It had failed in storage. [“Bad word!!!”]

So I soaked the thing in alcohol and blew it out with compressed air, hoping to clear the orifice that way. The result…


I actually managed to make things worse, probably from my initial efforts to remove the orifice from the assembly. Screwed.

I really hate it when my beloved bedroom heater lets me down. I mean, it truly ruins my day.

The bright spot came when I tried to see if I could find a replacement pilot assembly: Turns out that was really simple. Not quite “buy it on Amazon” simple, but simple enough. Another is on its way.

As happened before, the heater hasn’t entirely failed yet. It’s in its weird “if I fiddle with the sightglass cover it’ll suddenly decide to work for a while” phase. Just like this time last year. But this time I have a new orifice and pilot assembly coming. Hope it doesn’t take long, there’s at least six weeks of winter yet to go and I like my bedroom heater.

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