I think it's Wednesday. Lately I lose track of the days. Some people call it Hump Day. To me, that sounds pornographic. But then, I have a dirty mind...
All I can say for certain is that it sure feels good to have heat again. I'm glad I was able to fix the furnace.
I always love your comments on my blog and feel guilty when I don't reply to them (I'm referring to previous post). Anyway, thanks for being there.
On the subject of fixing things, someone asked if my father taught me to do these things.
Short answer: my father criticized me mercilessly almost until the day he died. When I was a kid, he wouldn't let me do anything. Whatever I attempted to do was met with abject negativity and inevitable put-downs.
I was either called a stupid jackass or a crazy bastard.
In time, I finally said "F**k it!", and simply never did anything.
In all fairness - -
despite the fact that my father was a violent son-of-a-bitch, he was brilliant at fixing things. He could repair anything - and he could make anything.
And he did it perfectly.
He always did things HIS way and NEVER wanted anyone else interfering.
I definitely inherited this trait.
After my father died in 2005, I was suddenly forced into doing everything and it was a very rude awakening. My mother's health was deteriorating and there was absolutely no one else to help.
I had to deal with funeral directors, attorneys, insurance agents, realtors, etc.- all in the first few days. I also suddenly had to deal with repairs and upkeep around their house - doing things I'd previously never heard of.
The day after he died, there was a major plumbing issue in the kitchen - and I managed to fix it.
Me in front of my parent's Odessa home
At that time, my parents had a large, gorgeous house in Odessa, TX. After Mom and I sold it, the furniture had to be put in storage.
I rented several large storage facilities (only two miles away - thank God) and moved EVERYTHING in the house ALL BY MYSELF with my pickup truck!!
I usually took about twenty loads a day (or more) ...and it was exhausting!
The only things I couldn't move by myself were a few very heavy awkward items, like a piano, an extra large sofa, etc. There were about six items which I had moved by professionals.
(I even moved the beds, washer, dryer, and two refrigerators by myself).
After that little adventure, I had to drive 100 miles north to find another house to purchase (we didn't want to stay in Odessa).
But I'm starting to ramble and am probably telling too much. In conclusion, I'll merely say that I learned how to do a helluva lot of things after my father died.
Is it too late to post a few photos I took today?
Naw, it's never too late.....
Bosco, this afternoon
This was taken around 11:00am
Just after dusk
in lower right corner