I am so sore. I guess that is one of the disadvantages of working behind a desk and counter most of the week and then one or two days a week "getting physical".

I spent seven hours working on the equipment project! My little work truck is setting very low, loaded way heavier than engineers ever imagined. Let's see. Tool boxes, gas cans, battery pack, hydraulic jack, gear box, hydraulic pump, power take-off, transfer case, converter, and transmission.

Of course as my luck would have it, one item wasn't empty of fluids and tipped over on my way home. I had oil dripping from the bumper of my truck.

I lost count of how many times I crawled under, over, and around the project. I knew it was going to be a messy "tear down" so I chose to do it on the back forty instead of near or in K.O.'s shop. That was a good decision! I had allotted three hours for the project. I invested over double that. I was working without the benefit of cement floors, transmission jacks or over head hoist. I had to improvise.

This project is so compact that I had to remove the exhaust system to drop the transmission down. Yuk! Who designed this?

Oh, that would be me! I guess like other engineers I didn't take into account the possibility that you might have to work on it!

When I finally arrived home I was so filthy I didn't dare attempt to go into the house without getting rid of some of the dirt and grime, and of course I had to deal with the dripping oil. I put down something to catch the rogue liquids, opened my side of the garage, started the air compressor and blew off my clothes, hair and appendages. Hey, my neighbor saw increase in their real estate holdings! I took off my shoes before leaving the garage and stripped down at the washing machine before going directly to the shower!

I have no idea how long I just lingered under the warm shower head. I had begun suffering muscle cramps on the drive in, so as I stood in the shower relaxing, I began replenishing body fluids. I took a refreshment in with me and had a big gatorade waiting for when I exited.

I slipped on a pair of shorts, a "T" and my flip flops and Krl and I headed to the store. With the exception of the reunion groceries it had been two weeks since we went to buy big groceries. We did pretty well. There were some gorgeous ribeyes at the meat market but I just couldn't convince myself of their price. I got a roast instead!

Also as our luck would have it, checking out was an adventure. The clerk mis-coded an item and it showed about triple the price and Krl told them it was wrong or else she didn't want it. The clerk tried to take it out and the register froze. They had to turn it off and reboot. I thought my computer was slow. By the time we left the store we had been in the checkout line forty-five minutes!

We got groceries put away and Krl was so spent she gathered pups and went to bed. I sat in my chair waiting for some tylenol to take effect. Neither of us had eaten lunch or supper. I finally got up and made a sandwich. I did notice this morning that Krl had been up during the night and ate some seafood salad with crackers.

Ten eighteen, I hit the button and headed for bed! By twelve forty-two I was back up!

What's with that?

I did talk with Pat and she said she and Hag had used my elephant gun on her garden! Actually it is a PVC bee gun. You open it up, put your powder inside, put the cap on, pressure it up to a hundred pounds of air pressure, aim and open the gate valve! Instant cloud of the dust you chose! She said the first shot was wayward. Hag didn't take into account the wind direction and wind velocity. After the orientation shot, they got it down and Pat said she was impressed with how thorough a job dusting her plants it had done.

Friday I had told a couple of customers who were exchanging "bee invasion" stories about the plastic pipe bee gun and I think they thought I was spinning yarns. Before they left they were almost in the floor they were laughing so hard!

Thanks Brent, Frankie and Matthew. (They built my version of the bee gun!). Of course they have an industrial strength model they built out of four inch plastic pipe that will shoot a golf ball close to a hundred yards!

I am trying to decide if I want to build one of these and hang it behind the counter at the store.

Well, hope your weekend is going good!

FATHER, thank YOU for allowing me the knowledge and skills to work on things. Thank YOU for the soothing calming therapeutic affect it has on me. I needed that.