This has been a mixed sort of day. On the one hand, Kymber and J are still alive and that's good news.
Everything else has been a pill today.
Loaded up the truck with all the garbage. I go to the dump maybe every three months or so. Got to the dump, and the compactors were all down. So there was a big, long line of vehicles waiting to throw their garbage into big piles , so a bulldozer looking thing could load it onto a truck for the trip to the incinerator. The stench would have knocked a buzzard off the death cart at 30 paces. It took forever because the people from out of town would drive their Mercedes or Caddy SUV up to the dump off place, but then there was two inches of swill on the floor of the shed. The ladies wearing sandals had the worst of it. Usually you just throw your bag in the nice, clean compactor but this was like walking through a sludge mine. So they had to tip toe through the sludge to the pile to toss their bags. Then they had to dance around trying to get the hideous reeking slime off their feet before they got back in their cars. It was a long wait.
After I backed in and pushed my whole load off the back of the truck, I smelled diesel. I just got the truck out of the shop for fuel line repair, but I pulled it over and the fuel was just gushing out of the fuel filter. The O ring had cracked. Well, that fuel filter has been in there a long time, it was about due to be replaced. Went to the one parts store in town. Got a fuel filter, and then couldn't get the old one off for love or money. I tried everything except the old thing of punching a hole through it with a screw driver and then twisting on the screw driver.
Went to the shop. They were able to get the old filter off (it took the proverbial two men and a boy), but it also cost me $30.00 for labor. Since that thing would never have come off with just me working on it, and diesel fuel that costs more than blood was spurting out of the filter, I guess I got off easy with a combined expenditure of $66.26.
I went to the Home Depot to get some thick plywood for some security precautions I am making at the house. Couldn't lift a single sheet by myself, the guys who work there were all busy consulting with old ladies about what flowers to plant, so I said to hell with it and came home.
While I was in town I went by a store that has a contribution jar for the humane society and put some money in it. This was a penance for running out on Ragnar when he was so sick. I've been feeling really guilty. I should have stayed in there with him. I hope he didn't know I left him in the hands of strangers for his final moments. He was almost unconscious, but he was very perceptive. I feel badly I did that. So putting this money in the jar is a way of making amends. I don't do charitable contributions very often, but I feel better.
Here's a good movie that a lot of you probably haven't seen, because it's quite old. Dates back to the early 1980's I think. But, it was very well done and is very realistic. If you haven't seen it, I bet you can get it from the library.
That's about all there is to tell. I'm going to take a nap. Old people must have their nap, you know.