RD Aliiiiiiive!

Got up yesterday morning and felt good.

It finally wasn’t raining, and as I was taking a nice brisk early walk to the Farmer’s Market after I had coffee, I got a text message from some friends inviting me over for french toast breakfast – it was gonna be a good day! We had yummy french toast, went to the farmers market where I got some fresh corn, tomatoes, and pet some doggies. Then I went home and another friend came over to help with the RD.

We did some running around getting gas in the gas can and some bolts for the license plate holder.

Time to make pre-mix! 32:1 and measuring cup out!

That is one ug-ly inside of tank, but found out that it can take quite a bit more than two gallons.
That’s bettern’ my Hawk! Doubt it’ll get as good gas mileage though. Ha!

One thing I forgot was to make a strap for the battery.
So, electrical tape it was. For now.

Time to cross fingers and see if she goes!

SHE’S ALIIIIIIVE! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!
(sort of)

That’s one of my fellow Howlers, Steve, commenting in the background. ha!

It started again a couplea times, then the lights went super dim and it was a no-go.
I have the battery on charge overnight and will try again tomorrow.
I’m hoping the battery is just lame, but from its behavior, its prolly some other issue.
Still crossing fingers and excited!

(some gratuitous ring-ding-ding of the spiky bike :mrgreen::
)

disappointment

I think that one of the bigger disappointments in life is finding out that someone you looked up to or cared about is not the person you thought they were.

There are plenty of ways for that to happen, and it is a dismally common theme. The main stereotype, I suppose, is when a kid realizes for the first time that their parent is human and not a superhero. But it can happen the other way around too – a parent seeing their child as the fragmented person instead of the perfect daughter or son. It can happen between lovers when one of them fails in some meaningful way – a job loss, or one cheats on the other.

In any case, its sad. There is an all-too-human quality to the chord it strikes in our hearts. An internal anguish that aches when that person falls from our immediate focus and place of honor.

I guess the trick is to expect everyone to disappoint you, then you are often pleasantly surprised. But that seems a rather depressing way to live – always expecting the worst behavior in people and secretly hoping they confound those expectations. It seems that it would be more pleasant to expect everyone to make good choices and be principled and conscientious and then be disappointed only on occasion. I think that disappointments would be in the minority.

Although, I admit that too often when I’m rambling around online, I see the depths to which people will degrade, hide, or otherwise demean themselves and I feel the disappointment creeping in.