Last day of freedom,

And I have to spend a couple of hours of it under the kitchen sink putting in a new garbage disposal.

Ask and ye shall receive

In response to A Paperback Writer’s comment on my “Impromptu Old Ford Show” post:

The truck belongs to one of the Gearhead’s friends. So here are a couple of the better pictures of just his truck.  As you can see, he has stripped parts of it right down to the metal, so it won’t remain all blue, but the parts that are will stay that way.

Of course,  the other two are almost identical, other than the color and the grill, Ford didn’t change the trucks much for over 12 years.  That was true for all of the big three (Chevy, Dodge and Ford).  In the 60’s and 70’s most cars had overhauls every couple of years, but trucks would remain the same for close to a decade.

I’ll get some better pictures for ya the next time.

Impromptu Old Ford Show

Pedro, his wife, the Gearheads, a few of the Gearhead’s friends and I got together today for a little impromptu Old Ford Show in Sugarhouse Park.  Basically, we just got a whole bunch of old Fords and lined them up along the road.  At first we didn’t get whole lot of looks, on account of the group of Shelby Cobra owners that decided to meet at the park right down the road from us.  It was kind of disheartening having them right there, until Pedro came back and informed us that not a one of them was a real Shelby Cobra, that they were all kit cars.  That made me feel better, after all our lineup may not have been as impressive, but they were all authentic.  That, and they left after about an hour. Then we got some good looks.  We had my 4 LTDs, of course, three late 60’s pick up trucks and one Cougar. One of the friends was on the phone to try to get more people to show up, but that was it.  But that’s ok, it was a good time anyway.  We had a few hours of good car conversation, I got to show off my set, even if it was a small crowd.  All in all, a well spent morning. We did have one other vehicle try to nuzzle it’s way into our group, but I think they realized that theirs did not fit into our scheme:  There is another, actually organized, Car Show up in the Canyon Rim area sometime in September.  I’ll try to give you advance notice just in case you are interested.

Shirley you jest.

I’m going to be heading in to school soon.  We aren’t required to go in today, and I wasn’t planning on it.   But yesterday the secretary came on over the P.A. around 2:00 to announce that the big copier had run out of toner.  If we needed anything copied for Monday we would have to do it ourselves on one of the little machines.

We ran out of toner?  The first week or school?  It’s not like she’s new, and had no idea that one of the busiest weeks for the copier is this week before school starts.  It’s not like if you over order toner at the beginning of the year it’s going to sit around and go bad, or unused.  Aaarrrgghh!

We are used to copier crises this first week, it’s not unheard of.  Several of my 18 first weeks the machine has broken down.  Kinda sits all summer and then all of a sudden is expected to make a zillion copies in 3 days.  The poor thing just has a nervous breakdown. Or if the water had come through the ceiling and shorted it out.   But to run out of toner?  It’s kind of like the time I went to Arby’s and was told they had run out of roast beef.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.

More signs of a well funded educational system.  It poured today.  For about 20 minutes, and it didn’t stay outside.  A couple of classrooms (not mine), the faculty room and one of the girl’s bathrooms became showers.  Of course I took some pictures, and here are a few of the better ones.  You may need to click on them to enlarge them in order to see the rain coming through the roof.

The first two are inside one of the classrooms, dripping straight down the whiteboard.  Good thing school hadn’t actually started, it would be hard to teach with a wet dry-erase marker board.

The rest of these are in the faculty room. Right below you can see it dripping right by the light fixtures.

The picture below here shows a pool of water that is caught in the light fixture itself.  This also happened in the girl’s bathroom, but there it actually shorted out the light.  

 

Here you can see the water pooling up deep enough to be on top of the carpet.

I liked how the camera caught the drops in mid air.

And more dripping from the ceiling in the faculty room.

 

Ironically, since there are very few windows in the building, I didn’t even know it was raining until I went into the faculty room and saw it coming through the roof.

Almost Normal.

According  to my doctor, I’m almost normal again.  Of course he’s a medical doctor, not a mental health doctor, so what does he know.  Just that my A1C levels are doing great.  When I was first tested my A1C was 6.9, where 7.0 makes you officially diabetic.  Through the help of modern pharmaceuticals and a drastic change in diet (low carb, no sugar) I tested at 5.9 today, where 5.7 is on the high end of normal.  So at least blood sugar level-wise, I’m almost normal.  He was also really impressed with my blood pressure and heart rate.  (So, I can have all the salt I want.  Just no mashed potatoes to put under it).

As for mental health, there’s no A1C type test for that so you can never prove anything…

Exactly how I feel.