Sorry I haven’t been posting as regularly as I used to. For some reason, I’ve been extremely tired most of the time, and I think it has to do with trying to keep up with a ball of energy known as MEG. She is so over taking naps in the afternoon, and is now sleeping only eight or nine hours per night. Doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for me to surf or catch up on blogs. Do me a favor, though – be sure you visit all the fine folk over in the sidebar – each and every one of them is truly worth reading.

Last night we had a great session of praise and worship, with live music. We have a third guy joining us on guitar, and Pastor is still playing guitar, so we have two guitars and my bass. The sound is coming together. The new guy, Jay, is really good on the guitar, and he is slowly learning the ropes for becoming a worship leader. Afterwards, the message was on John 12:20-36.

Started a small project at the church yesterday – covering a shade awning (kind of a tent frame) with aluminum channel that used to be the porch covering for the old horse barn. The porch covering had to come down, because the previous property owner had never gotten a permit for the awning – or the barn itself, but that’s another story – and the city has been oh-so-helpful in allowing the church to get permits for improvements on the property, but temporary structures don’t need permits, so – re-purposing the awning material to cover the tent frame. They need to be cut to length, notched in the middle to go over the center frame, and then I am pop-riveting the ends to the frame work to secure them. I’ll have pictures later.

I’ve been working on an extended eBay auction for my friend Harold. He is slowly divesting himself of fifty years worth of kits, models, and model railroad stock. One of the items that he was going to put up this next week is a beautifully detailed 2-8-0 locomotive that had been painted in Black Canyon livery. Several years ago (in the mid-nineties, if memory serves) I bought a locomotive that had been hand-built from the builder’s widow – the sale was handled by Harold for Mike’s estate at the time. The builder, Mike Granville, was a master machinist and had built a 2-8-2 from scratch. I was not running the 2-8-2, because for some reason the front pilot was not tracking correctly through turnouts. When I mentioned that I hated to see the 2-8-0 go on the block, Harold suggested a trade, for the Granville loco. I accepted – because I could run the 2-8-0 on the layout, and Harold wanted to have a piece of Mike’s handiwork as a memento. It’s going to live out the rest of it’s days on a shelf, but it will be loved and appreciated for the piece of fine artwork and craftsmanship that it is.

Just thought you’d like to know what I was up to.

Chat ya later…

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Confession time.

As a young, immortal, and indestructible Marine, I did not take the best possible care of this container known as my body. Heck, I truly did not expect to live this long. I was on a self-destructive bent that I could not see, and in my myopic view of my lifespan, feeling the effects of my actions some twenty plus years later was not in the game plan.

California had some Global Warming yesterday – enough to shut down I-5 north of LA, which doesn’t happen too often – and the storm front, much diminished, is moving into my AO today. Actually, it started moving in last night, around 2300 hours, and that’s where my confession comes into play.

Yes, I know, medically speaking, no one can “predict” “rain” or “weather” through “feelings” in their “joints” and “bones”. The problem with the study is that the ones conducting the study are young and not feeling the effect of their actions. Yet.

About 2300 last night, I could not get comfortable. I knew that a weather change was coming because I woke up and could not get back asleep. I tossed and turned and tossed again, looking for the position that would allow my neck to relax and my back to not creak and my legs to not cramp and my arms to not numb. Could not find that position for all the tossing and turning in the world.

Add a sinus infection on top of that, and you can well imagine how chipper I feel today.

Yesterday I felt pretty good – to the point that I rearranged the “office” to the specifications of TMBWitW, taking into consideration the possibility of finally, actually, beginning to start the planning of the planning phase of my model railroad. I have several elements to be worked into the final plan, among which are a curved trestle and a three stall roundhouse/seven slot turntable section salvaged from previous layouts. The room that is now the office-slash-storage area was originally planned for the railroad, but life, five cats, and a new daughter have a habit of changing your plans for you. (by the way, one of the cats is down by one life after knocking a brass locomotive to the floor. the train room will be way off limits for the cats…) The final plan will not take up the entire room, as once envisioned, but will be a yard and spur, with lots of operation possibilities.

Well, that’s about all I can handle right now. The arthritis that I am not getting and the dyslexia that likes to rear it’s ugly head are combining forces to make typing darn near impractical right now. Hope you all had a good weekend.

Chat ya later…

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