Out by the immolation altar
While standing in front of my BBQ (the immolation altar), I realized that summer isn’t over, yet. The mosquitoes are still ready to zoom in for their offering of blood. Of course, they are also there when I put the dog out or in, or when I wander down by the garden. I’m not experienced at burning veggies, so this has nothing to do with whether or not I should be a vegetarian. It’s all about my place in the food pyramid.
Today, I made a big advance in my desire to be self-sufficient mechanically. I torqued the wheels on the car. Without that whole “built my car from a bag of parts” educational background, I’ve avoided fixing the buggy. But, some things are simple. After laying out the monies for a torque wrench, and the right sizes of sockets, and the needed adapters (so many sizes of everything tool-wise), and after a short session of surreptitiously watching the mechanic for technique… I just did it.
I’d been warned that failure to get my wheels retightened (that’s how I used to refer to the step could lead to being passed by my own tires on a lonely highway. Don’t want that! But now I’m good to go. Not intending to go anywhere, actually; just that it’s good to be ready. After all, the radio station has been practicing their general alert tests, and that could be a sign of impending disaster. My son told me to travel, because the next great war might not come. Does he know something (learned on reddit perhaps)?
