Update

Добрый день.

Today was one of those days. I awoke before I really wanted to, but shit needed done.

I took the door hardware for the suicide door on my F250 over to the shop so they could replace it. It’s needed to be done for months, but I couldn’t figure out how to pull the trim, and honestly I didn’t feel like doing it anyway. It only cost half an hour of labor, so it was well worth it.

Dear Niece’s laptop shit the bed a few weeks ago. I recommended a Lenovo refurb desktop as a replacement, but it refused to reliably load from the hard drive when I tried to load Linux Mint on it. So last week I installed the hard drive from the deceased laptop in my entertainment PC and took it over to her so I could investigate the Lenovo. One new motherboard and some shredding of connectors later and I had the Lenovo back in service. I carried it back over to DN’s place and swapped it out. The OS didn’t immediately recognize the WiFi dongle, but I got it working. Eventually. She’s operational and my computer is back home and back in service.

Speaking of DN, she’s having some health struggles that are of significant concern, but which I’m powerless to affect. And that pisses me off.

After misbehaving at the burger joint and then the ice cream joint earlier today, Wife and I went to the airport to check on the Tomahawk’s upgrade. Last I spoke with them, they were supposed to pull it in on 30 September and get started. I expected to find the work well underway. Well, it was still on the flight line this afternoon. Supposedly, they had a couple other jobs run over, but I’m next and it’ll be pulled in within the next couple days. Yeah. A week and a half after it should’ve been being worked on. Maybe it’ll be done in time for me to fly it home for Thanksgiving. Big maybe, as the electric fuel pump must be replaced after the avionics shop is done and no idea how long it’ll take the other mechanic to get that done after the avionics work is finished.

Wife’s local friend (unofficial adopted mother) was just diagnosed with leukemia, along with some other significant geriatric issues. She’s probably not long for this world. Wife isn’t taking it well, nor am I. I’m not close to the lady, but we’ve met several times and I hate it for her. She’s a nice old woman, and Wife’s connection makes it worse.

I topped off my diesel tank this evening. Three hundred federal reserve notes for that, but now I’m set for any reasonably expectable issues excepting nuclear holocaust that winter may bring.

The FAA is still sitting on my medical. Just short of four months since my physical, and they have done NOTHING. While frustrating, I’m to the point that I don’t give a shit anymore. Medical or not, I’m flying when the upgrade and repair are done, and they can kiss my hairy white ass. I mean, what can they do? Pull my certificate? I’ll fly anyway. It’s inadvisable to get between my spinning prop and the runway. And it’s a regulatory violation, not a crime, so they can’t lock my ass up for ignoring them. Although when the plane will be done is anyone’s guess at this point. Maybe by then they will have pulled their collective thumbs out of their asses by then and I’ll be legal. It’s complete bullshit that they put these regulations in place but there’s no incentive for them to do what is required. They can sit on my application for a millennium during which I can’t legally fly, despite there being no actual disqualifing medical issues, and they suffer no consequences. But Diety help me if I get caught flying while they twiddle their thumbs. Every .gov employee needs to fucking die in a fire. Immediately after beind sodomized with rusty barbed wire dipped in hydrochloric acid and hot pepper oil. Then 99% of all federal regulations need to be shitcanned.

For the second month in a row, I’m being charged by the county water authority for a new meter. Supposedly it’s been damaged both times. A while back they replaced the meter box. Methinks their new meters are shit, or they are so fragile that the existing box isn’t protecting them properly. But the cost ($100+) is my responsibility if they stop working, per their policy. So last week I ordered an oval 15-gallon “stock tank” made of LDPE from TSC to put over the meter box, on top of which I planned to place the concrete septic tank lid no longer in use following the installation of risers a year and a half ago. Well, the incompetent fucks sent me a flimsy rubber pan instead of the plastic item that I ordered. I reached out to the online side of TSC, who promised a response within two business days. That didn’t happen, so I went to the local store after picking up the truck today. They didn’t have the correct item in stock, despite their system saying otherwise, so they refunded me and took the flimsy, stinky rubber thing back. Another store in the area had one, so I drove there and bought it. It is now sitting on top of the meter box with the aforementioned septic tank cover on top of it. They try to charge me for another piece of shit meter next month and I’m going to fight.

My yard came along well this year, but there are still several significant bare spots. I bought some compost mix and spread it over those spots last week. Tonight I pulled a bag of seed, hoses and sprinklers in preparation for a valiant attempt at curing those bare areas by spring. Tomorrow I’ll put the seed down and set up irrigation. Hopefully I have enough water in my rainwater collection totes to get it going.

So I broke out the Kraken rum this evening. I’ve already blown the diet for the week with the burger and ice cream, so why not? I may or may not be under the effects of said chemistry as I type this.