Rant: When Dad texted to say he was coming by to talk to me about something, I knew it wasn’t gonna be good. Turns out he was diagnosed with prostate cancer about a year ago. For whatever reason he decided to keep it quiet until today. Perhaps because now he’s going to be starting treatment for it. Truth is, even though I suspected bad news I was processing it and missed some of the info. The good news is it’s completely treatable. But it’s still something to weigh on ones mind, all while not letting it show. He doesn’t want anyone to dwell on it or worry.
Rave: Enrolled in my Cert IV in Outdoor Leadership, currently carrying out a work placement for the Mental Health Cert IV I'm doing and have some promising leads for employment after I separate from Defence in November this year. Rave: Two weeks in Tasmania with the girlfriend later this month, hopefully, the weather plays nice and we get good conditions for an Aurora. Life is good right now.
My wife had postpartum preeclampsia and it took way more work than it should have convincing the ER it was more than a headache/dehydration. Good luck and I hope everyone is doing better today.
Rant: I for some reason i turned off my alarm before it woke me up. I was enjoying the sleep in. At 7.47 I texted my wife good morning, she texted back good morning i was getting worried you normally text when you get up. So i thought to myself that is weird why would she say that. It is sunday. So for a few minutes i thought about it. Then at 7.54 i texted her back "oh shit turned my alarm off monday" Rave: I made it to my tool box talk by 8.02. 8 minutes to do my morning stuff plus get to work(minus food). Not bad.
RAVE: HVAC guys left a short time ago and now we have central AC thanks to all that stimi money the government sent out. All i have to do now is take out a couple window units. It took the guys three days, most of that was spent chasing parts. The owner, and old friend of mine, said shit's getting hard for them to find now too.
Rant: Lost steering on the boat on the way home yesterday. Found the problem... I've known the steering had more friction than normal, it's one of the things I was putting off like an idiot. Rave: Thanks to the angle it locked at, which was a really large radius right hand turn, and favorable winds, made it back to the dock pretty easily. A little bit of reverse every now and then to point the boat in the direction I needed, just a patient ride back home.
RAVE: Got confirmation that the Airstream that I ordered last Sept is being delivered next week. RANT: So many closed RV parks... trying to figure out someplace to haul it during the summer might be a problem. RAVE: Fuck it... I'll park it in the driveway if I need to... set up the awning with some solid fucking patio lanterns, a small inflatable pool, and party in the driveway for the summer. Turn the local area into a trailer park.
Rant: The new cable, same fuckin part number, is about a half a foot shorter for some damn reason. It will be less hassle to put a new hole through the deck under the console to make up for the shorter length than go back to town to exchange it for one a foot longer. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm good at diagnosing and working on boats, but the nature of boat and parts manufacturing means there is always a chance they throw a curve ball at you and make the job harder. They're consistently inconsistent, that is what you can count on.
Rant: Well, fuck that shit. Just spent 3 hours at the ER with a kidney stone. I've had multiple broken bones, lacerations that required stitches, major arm surgery from an accident that required an external fixator . . . none of them had the pain like this. It was unyielding. I've had some 9-10 pain before but could find ways to relief. I was puking, too, so I couldn't keep down even water, or pain meds. By the time they got some drugs in my IV, the pain was subsiding. Apparently, I passed the stone at some point, according to the CAT scan. Never felt that part, just the kidney pain. Damn. Rave: The NP that took care of me, Karina, is drop dead gorgeous, so that was a nice distraction while I was being a wuss and moaning.
RAVE: As mentioned a few months ago, we purchased the property that the body shop is on. Half the building has been empty for some time as we cleaned the place up. Just secured a renter today. Operation Retirement is one step closer RANT/RAVE: My business partner and I have decided to split the company up. There are a multitude of reasons but at the end, we're both happier doing our own thing and we're still friends so that's a win in my book. But it still kind of sucks that we weren't able to make it work.
RAVE: My wife got a stationary bike, so it’s kinda like I got a stationary bike. Weight loss from my job has tapered off so now I do a 20 minute ride every afternoon. RANT: I feel like I should already be ten pounds lighter after three days, but no dice.
Rant ( of sorts ): Two weeks after we have central AC put in finally, a geothermal heat and cooling company that piqued our interest about a year ago emailed me today to announce they are now operating in our part of the state. They couldn't have announced this a couple weeks ago? Rave: We have a video meeting with them tomorrow anyhow. It could still be worth the cost to never need firewood or fuel oil again.
I guess technically this is a rant, but we've all been laughing about it today: One of our sites got vandalized last night. Some minor stuff mostly, but our (rented, brand-new) c-can was defaced. Some genius carved NUMEROUS cock and ball sketches into the paint. Like, every flat surface they could find. Unfortunately, this can was also labelled "IC-38 CU CA," which was stamped all over it. Wherever an "IC" was shown, this artist put a "D" in front and a "K" behind it. Whenever a "U" was by itself, they added a "C" and an "M" in the same fashion. I mean, now we have to repair the can and I have to bury the expense of that somewhere, but their creativity with pictures AND words showed some determination. Also, this was in one of the wealthier areas of town, so go figure. To quote the owner of the c-can company, "We have cans in downtown Baghdad that don't get defaced like that."
Well, that turned into a RANT pretty damn quick. They told me that they were "re-corers" They head out to junkyards, shops etc and buy bulk cores (Alternators, batteries, P/S racks etc) sort them and resell them to Auto-Zone, O'Reilly's etc. They have a couple of buyers that will bring in a load about once a day. Ok, no biggie. They also said they get a few retail customers dropping cores off. What that really meant is that they have 15-20 complete scuzzballs a day dropping parts off. Lot of shirts off, prison tatts, pants below their boxers showing up in cars that might be worth $2000 on a good day. One guy (no shirt of course) has shown up three times today in a mid 90's Nissan pick that is spray painted half silver and half green that he has to push start in my small parking lot. Their first customer today came into my office first without a shirt, prison tatts on display, sagging pants and bleeding from the bridge of his nose asking where I want the catalytic convertors.
RAVE: Vacation until the 5th. RANT: The weather for the next 2 weeks, is, according to my buddy with the boat, "fucking bullshit". Hot, humid, and shit tons of rain... we're pretty much a tropical rain forest for a while. RAVE: Great time to seed the fuck out of the grass, and work in the shop to finish my home office reno.
Rant: I am in a house without central air with an autistic 5 year old and hyperactive 2 year old during an unprecedented heatwave. Anybody who believes climate change isn't a thing can unstick my balls from my leg before they suck on them.