So we have our outdoor homeless kitty that doesn’t want to be an indoor cat and I’ve been meaning to make a cat house that she can use for the winter as well as a place for her feeder and heating pad. So last weekend I got a sheet of T111 and made it happen. Without further ado, here’s Cali’s new home.
So about 10 am this morning I decided I was running to Aldi to get milk and a few things so I jumped in the Xterra and did it. I’m always so amazed at myself for being able to do things like that, I just don’t like dealing with people and being close to the mall and this time of year just is filled with people. But I got in and got out before anything major and back to the house in time for lunch.
We had pizza subs and then I took a nap and then I got more done on the cat house. It’s pretty much done except for some paint and the roof. Need to get hinges and paint tomorrow as well as the cat door. I should have been taking more pictures but the finished product will be cool.
Well we actually went to the mall complex and shopped, just the outside. Did get my steps and maybe the knee is getting back to normal???
It was a nice day and got laundry in progress and cleaning done.
Tis the season to be thankful and it’s with thanks I write this, thanks for my family and friends, thanks for a pretty kick ass life. I have everything that I need and my wants are few. We have a new truck that will make sure our travels are safer and at a higher level of comfort with half of that being hot having to worry about the vehicle. Shorter more frequent trips are now unlocked with this being the first major holiday with school behind me. That’s a feeling to be thankful for:)
So I decided to fill up because, well I needed to move the ficus into the garage and I needed to move the truck so off to the Walmart I go, I start filling up and it’s going slow, and it’s cold so I naturally get into the truck while the fuel pumps at a snail’s pace, I’m thinking I needed half a tank which is 15.5 gallons, it hit 16, then 17, wow that’s a lot of fuel, got distracted, hear splashing, the fucking diesel didn’t shut off and I’ve put a couple of gallons on the ground, ugh…
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? No one is there, no number to call, I know I’m on video… Screw it, I went home. I’m 50 and yes this is my first diesel vehicle but seriously WTF, it doesn’t have a shut-off? Oh well, if that’s the worst that happens I can learn from that.
So my training has hit a bit of a snag in that my left knee is broke…
I don’t mean that literally as there isn’t a real break but mofo it hurts. Over a week ago I may have pushed it a little hard at the track but it didn’t impact the hiking last weekend at cooper lake state park south sulfur unit.
I’m not going to be able to do much training with my knee in as much pain as it is but I’ll take a bit of time off and see if it gets better.
So yesterday (Veterans day) I had a few things to attend to at noon and then we got the great idea to go camping. The state park site has a great feature called ‘camping this weekend’ that shows you what parks have availability for the weekend, it’s not perfect because sometimes it doesn’t actually Friday/Saturday nights together but close enough. So we were off to Cooper Lake State Park South Sulfur Unit (I know, sounds like a prison). The trip really made me reconsider this whole camping thing. It was raining when we were packing in the gear, the GPS had us going 30 all the way through the mix-master in Dallas and we encountered a wreck in Royce City that had us stuck in traffic for 45 minutes because the inbreeds in the fire/police department there are pretty much complete incompetents. While they can shut a lane down it was a free for all getting to the closure. That backed us up enough that I had to stop and use the facilities, usually no biggie but when I pulled over by the side of the road, I managed to pick the worst possible place and got my shoes caked with mud and had to put the truck in 4wd to get it moving which covered the RV in mud. Worse yet Sandy gets out needing her charger and got her boots all dirty. I was seriously fit to be tied. The rest of the way to the camp my head was filled with ways do my best to take out as many stupid humans I could before someone stopped me, meaning I completely missed enjoying the ride, company or scenery. My mood first broke when we got to the park and the lady rangers attitude was just so nice, as cold as it was she came out with a smile, took my pass and said let me go make sure everything is in order and get you your permit, she bounded back to the building, did the paperwork and came right back still with a smile and the permit. She asked if we’d ever been there, we said no and still smiling jumped back into the building and was right back with the maps and directions to where we had to go. That interaction got me from monster to grumpy human.
We got to the camp and got backed in without too much of an issue. I sent Sandy in to get inside ready while I did my best to wash off our foot ware and the RV with no brush or hose sprayer (grrr) but we got it done and by that point it was too late to do any hiking (5:30 and already dark) and I was exhausted. Cold, tired and hungry just isn’t a good combo. Literally not a single TV station to be had and slim cell service, but it was enough to find a sort of close restaurant called the Red Barn cafe and off we went. It was classic small town country restaurant with a prominent sign on the door as you came in saying “no credit or debit cards accepted” which made me thankful I grabbed cash before we left. Dinner was catfish for Sandy and I had the chicken fried steak, the baked potato was served dry with a dressing kit that had bunches of butter packets, cheese and packets of sour cream and the salad was simple, lettuce, cheese and some carrot slivers which I ate even though I’m not a salad person. The food was good and the waitress was nice and the place just felt homey. We shot off to Walmart and then back to camp where we started a jig saw puzzle before I crashed out in the bed with our new flannel sheets and slept wonderfully. I even dreamed which doesn’t ever happen. So an old friend of mine Evy was being looked at for a murder and I was being asked questions by a detective and then James Gandolfini shows up and starts being a lawyer for me and we’re laughing and cracking jokes at the detectives expense and then I had to go get my headphones from the fountain where I had been playing before the detective started questioning me and this tall guy took them and I could jump high enough to get them and I said god you’re tall and he laughed and gave them back to be and I think I was trying to find my bike so I could go back and tell Evy and the group that Tony Soprano had helped me avoid answering questions from the detective. I don’t dream often but when I do they’re usually kind of odd.
This morning I woke up and fed Cali and checked on the indoor cats. Saw that Cali had a big breakfast and my kitties were all present and accounted for. Got dialed in at home and the important update stuff was moving right along so I was able to pass along that good news. So everything seems right with the world now and I feel pretty good. Here’s hoping the day keeps turning our way. I’ll have pictures for the next post.
So I have the truck back which makes me happy. It turns out that the error condition was corrected by an update to the firmware that controls the electronic throttle control. That is one thing that struck me about the new truck is how many electronics are on it. I went to return a library book this morning at 3 am and I realized that the headlights will actually ‘turn’ when the wheel is turned. So I start turning left and where I’m turning becomes illuminated. Further inspection of the truck finds that it actually has two batteries and the only thing I feel qualified to do is check the oil and fill the windshield washer fluid… The only reason that the issue was resolved as it was, is because the truck is still under factory warranty which I’m happy to say I’ll have for another 14 months or 19k miles, whichever comes first.
So as alluded to in a previous post, the Chevy died on me and of course, I needed another truck. So this time I decided to go as top of the line as I could, yes it’s a bad time to buy a truck but it’s needed and I’m tired of having a truck that keeps breaking down, it was always something, the AC, window motor, etc…
So I got as close to new as I could, for 70k I got a 2021 Ram 2500 Laramie with almost everything you could get on it. Only had 17k miles on it. Bought it from Enterprise truck sales division and it was a bit odd because this just isn’t a truck that would be part of a rental fleet. It was the only one with the Laramie package as opposed to the big horn trim level and it had super low miles compared to everything else out there and it wasn’t white which is the primary color of the rental trucks. Supposedly these were checked out mechanically and certified to be free from defects… Supposedly being the keyword.
So I picked it up on 10/31 and I noticed it had a service light on the dashboard but it went by so quickly that I didn’t really know what to make of it. That night we went to my sister’s house for Halloween and since I don’t really dig that whole thing, I put the car in the driveway so I could check it out. I was able to familiarize myself with the dashboard menu and then was able to see the error:
Now I don’t even know what an electronic throttle control is but (sigh) it’s still under factory warranty so kind of a pain but if it’s got tits or wheels it’s going to give you problems eventually so just deal with it.
Called around to dealerships and the earliest I can get it in to have someone take a look at it is Friday. That’s fine, get it in, and then crickets until yesterday (Tuesday) when I get an ominous VM from the service consultant saying he wanted to talk to me about the vehicle. Missed the call as the phone was in the car from coming back from the rec center so I still don’t know what’s up until later this morning. So I’ve had the truck a little over a week and for half of that it’s been in the shop (big sigh), I’m just hoping I’ll have it back before I have to make the first payment in December.
So for whatever reason, I’ve taken up running. Well, it’s kind of a run/walk kind of thing. At the rec center, the track is about 1/12th of a mile which makes a nice walk-one-lap, run-one-lap kind of thing. But my old shoes were getting to be worn out so wanting to get a nice pair of running shoes, I looked up on runners world what the best running shoes are. I had to settle for number 10 on their list as that’s all the Academy close to me had. A pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS 22.
It also (at $150) represents the most I have ever paid for a pair of shoes in my life. I’d like to report that the shoes are life-changing, making my daily run the highlight of my day and allowing me to run faster and further with less pain and energy. But the truth of the matter is they just feel like a good pair of running shoes and I’d be hard-pressed to say they’re worth $150. Oh well, they work well enough and I’m on my way to being healthier than I’ve been in years. Happy trails y’all.