我很高兴在拆开手枪之前，我确保了这一点。事实证明，漩涡毒液的电池外壳确实存在问题。我把电池放进去后，不管我怎么努力，都无法拧下盖子！感谢互联网射击之王，因为这是一个 常见的 问题涡流解决方案（将螺丝刀插入印刷电路板外壳[！]按下通讯录）对我来说不起作用，对许多其他在Reddit上花时间大喊大叫的用户来说也不起作用。但是撬下盖子内侧的垫圈效果很好，似乎不会影响视觉功能。
…我可以说我再一次拍了拍自己的背，因为我得了一套 枪械螺丝刀. 半自动手枪没什么大不了的，但左轮手枪必不可少。
Now I’m going to take it all apart again and apply Loctite, and then weather permitting I’ll go to the range with some paper and a shooting rest. Once I have it zeroed, I can turn my attention to the next problem…
Oh, I’ve been waiting for this. Got the email late yesterday afternoon and just got back from riding my bike into town. Lords of shooting please don’t let me screw this up, because…
…I’m about to put a red dot on my everyday revolver.
I’ve got nothing else planned for the whole rest of the day. Stay tuned…
I heard that phrase on a podcast that was playing in my ear while I cooked breakfast, and rushed over to write it down before I lost it.
It pretty much encapsulates the upside-down world I’ve been trying to wrap my boomer mind around for the past few years. Bizarro world. By nature I’m more of a news and politics junkie than is good for me, and lately I’ve tried to isolate my thinking from – as I constantly repeat to myself – all that bullshit. In my situation I can mostly get away with it, but never entirely. It all came back to mind when I ran into some neighbors a few days ago. These two are like my smarter, older brother and sister: I love them to pieces and would do anything for them, but I swear they get their entire worldview from what they’re spoonfed by the big box in their living room. They hate Donald Trump with all their collective heart and soul, had just finished raptly watching the first night of the “J6 committee hearing,” and they were both – how shall I put this – righteously outraged anew.
Longtime readers know I’m no big fan of Donald Trump, or republicans, or politicians and bureaucrats in general. But sheesh – I’ve never seen such a stereotypical example of ‘drinking the Koolaid’ and it makes me wonder how many people like that there are, waiting faithfully for the voices from the television to tell them what to think, say, feel, believe…
The bread shelf at the crappy little market in the crappy little town nearest where I live…
Glad I bake my own, though of course the price of flour is going the way of all things.
The rise in the local price of gas has paused. Last week it passed $5: Yesterday I poured the last of my bottled gas into the Jeep and brought all the empties to town. Last time I did that, it cost just about $80. Yesterday it was a hair over $85. And regular gas was the same price as last week. First time that’s happened in a while.
Really don’t know how you guys put up with it.
So shortly after I posted the below, my connection to the outside world 突然 离开了。
我住在荒野中央的一个洼地里，离牢房塔的视线很远。直到 几年前 我的手机服务完全退出并没有什么不寻常的。它总是很慢。部分进入价格。
第二天，同样的事情。开始有这种感觉 个人的. 大约24小时后，我开车去了附近的一所房子看看 他们 有服务。唉，家里没人。我可不能到处打电话。
It’s funny: The political climate in this country has gotten so toxic that even ‘living green’ has an element of hostility to it. I’m kind of living the stereotypical green dream, but I imagine that your average greenie would rather see Redneck Joel dead.
I was thinking about that this morning, while reducing an old stepladder to its final incarnation. I’ve got this backbreaker somebody was going to throw away – oh, many years ago now…
Wow, it’s a wobbly thing and I haven’t used it in maybe seven years, because – cue the “people throw away the damndest things” logo – I have a much nicer old stepladder somebody was throwing away. It’s been cluttering up the yard and I kept meaning to get rid of it – and, since I scrounge all my firewood, “get rid of it” meant…
…break it to pieces…
…and cut it to stove lengths. Not much meat on its bones, of course, but every little bit helps. And the only part that ends up in a landfill is a little bit of hardware.
Tobie has apparently gotten to enjoy keeping me company through these little yard projects. He just sits there in the shade like a big boy, never gets bored and demands attention. Except for some evening zoomies Tobie has outgrown the more obnoxious puppy phase now, and he’s a lot easier to live with.
I was futzing around in my desk drawer last night and came up with a thumb drive that had gotten smooshed to the back. Had no idea what was on it.
Among other things were a bunch of stories I wrote 13 or 14 years ago, my last gasp as a would-be fiction writer. They all concerned a desert hermit called Shadow, who had kind of taken things to extremes.
The other thing the stories have in common is that most of them aren’t very good. The problem with Shadow’s life, as a fictional character, is that it wasn’t very interesting. Even when I wrote him half-mad, so that he was never quite sure if he was hallucinating or living in a magic world, I found him dull.
This is one of the best of a bad lot, and unfortunately he spends half of it doing a valve job on an old Briggs & Stratton engine. Which, take it from me, cannot be made to seem exciting.
But hey, it’s free. This is a short story in a never-to-be-finished anthology, and it’s called Shadow and the Water Well. Continue reading
Or until that expensive water pressure system’s sudden but inevitable betrayal, in any case.
I’m quite pleased with myself this morning. Right now the only thing in Ian’s place that uses propane is the water heater. Gas to the kitchen stove is turned right off, since I don’t want to spend propane on a useless oven pilot. So I know exactly when the propane bottle sucked empty: It did so during yesterday evening’s heavenly shower. But – heh – I didn’t notice at the time because it wasn’t important.
This morning while taking Tobie on his long walkie, I saw at a glance…
…that the indicator on my brand-new bypass regulator had turned red. Empty bottle! Been waiting for that: It was nearly empty when I put it back online. In fact it lasted longer than I expected.
So during morning chores I threw a third 20# bottle – from my barbecue, which I never use – into the Jeep, adding it to the shower propane rotation.
I can fill the empty at my leisure, and running out of hot shower water is no longer a worry.
Me so smart!
I was late in my conversion to the Church of the Bypass Regulator, as applied to a handmade house. I always thought of them as an RV thing. Should have put one on the kitchen propane at the very start, because it invariably got me out in the cold and dark on the most frigid morning in the winter before I could make coffee. But that was a rare and tolerable hassle. I didn’t decide the matter was important until the winter of ’17, after the bedroom addition and that wonderful vented heater. When 那个 瓶子被吸干了 巨大的 困难第二年夏天，我在卧室的丙烷上安装了旁路调节器。然后我想，到底怎么了？为什么不对厨房的炉子做同样的事情呢？现在我认为它们几乎是标准设备。
我带回家了一壶意大利面所需的一切。打开一罐酱汁，把它倒进平底锅，刮掉罐后，我把它给了托比。小熊队 爱 清洗酱汁罐。比起花生酱，他更喜欢它。拉迪没有他的品味。托比…
我遵循他们的推理，我当然没有争辩，但经过思考，我不确定我是否同意。对你的年龄和前景要有理性和现实，这永远是理性的。我不会很快参加跳伞或MMA比赛。但这和放弃、把脸对着墙、准备去死不一样，这是我从他们的声音中听到的。就我个人而言，我强烈支持 活着的 直到你死。
They lost both their dogs in less than a month.
Just got back from helping them bury the second one. They were both quite old: The female had been sick for a while, got much worse and they euthanized her in early May. Other than sore hips the male was in better health, or seemed so. But not long after he lost his lifelong housemate, he stopped eating and basically faded away.
I’ve known them both since they were obnoxious adolescents fresh from the shelter. They had happy lives.
A sentence virtually never spoken concerning my attempts at improvised infrastructure is “It works too well.” In this case it originally worked so well it destroyed itself, repeatedly, so really didn’t work at all – at least never for very long.
There’s been a lot of simplification since the beginning, because every “improvement” I originally thought up turned out to be a disadvantage. But the biggest problem was that I was using a real proper solar collector box that a neighbor gave me, and…
…it just got way too hot in there. Hot enough to melt epoxy. Hot enough to melt PVC, for heaven’s sake*. Rubber gaskets couldn’t survive it. And anyway, when you open the hot water tap in your house you don’t want live steam. Which is what I was getting.
So the final and probably the most effective simplification has been to just not close the glass cover. This had a dramatic effect: Water temperature went from way too hot to barely hot enough. It’s been a cool May and I expect later summer water temperature to increase.
Overall, simplifications continued until my water heater was just a bunch of black hose in a fiberglass box…
…terminating at a bit of pipe stub and a faucet. And so far it’s working…adequately, but only just. I have hottish water in the afternoon, basically. Which saves me some propane for dish washing but is nothing to get excited about. With no cover on the box, the water temperature goes cold immediately at sunset.
This would all be more disappointing if not for the irony that my finally getting around to trying a solar water heater happened almost simultaneously with the appearance of a real shower at Ian’s place – after almost fifteen years of sponge baths at my kitchen sink. So the most important reason for wanting quantities of hot water disappeared just as I was getting some.
*Yes, I did try to replace it with CPVC but ran into the “no available fittings” problem. Ended up just running the hose down to a bit of galvanized pipe.
Sweartagod, every propane system upgrade goes like this.
This fitting/hose/pipe/whatever doesn’t fit. Wait a week, get the right part (alternate version: Wait a week, get the wrong part.) That hurdle cleared, move on to the next fitting/pipe/hose/whatever. Which won’t fit. Repeat.
But success always eventually ensues.
For the benefit of any reader who wasn’t raised in an RV park, the bypass regulator is the answer to the very important question, “what happens when my propane bottle sucks dry?”
This has been an unusually cool May. I don’t object to that particularly, but normally the Spring wind has backed off by now. Instead it has carried on, and in fact has been starting up first thing in the morning the past few days. And that means…
In Spring my last decision before the long morning walky is ‘hoodie or not?’ Before the sun comes up ‘hoodie’ is definitely the right call, but things warm up fast after that. Unless the wind is blowing hard, which it wasn’t down around the Lair but definitely was on the ridgetop. Shouldn’t have taken it off. Hope the coat rack is nice and warm. Ah, well. Carry on…
…says Tobie, who wanted to know why the hell I stopped suddenly to fiddle with my camera for no apparent reason. Let’s go, Uncle Joel, you’re the one always pestering me not to dawdle.
我每次都会经历这些。我想做的就是用旁路调节器替换伊恩丙烷站上的单一调节器，以防止热水器在淋浴时耗尽丙烷。这个巢穴有两个旁路调节器，一个用于厨房，一个用于卧室，每次我安装一个旁路调节器时，我都要爬几次才能找到 一 连接这个和那个的配件。我有一个装满它们的咖啡罐——当然都错了。因为有那么多gorram 许多的 其中之一。
当然我没有 正当 尺寸，因为他的旧调节器不会在 新 监管者