Good Morning!!!! 46F @ 6:30AM. Clouds and some sun this morning with more clouds for this afternoon. High 67F. Winds SSE at 5 to 10 mph.
Rain starts again tonight, and there's rain in the 10-day for the rest of the period. The total accumulation is up over 6", too. Not exactly Hawaiian totals, but maybe enough to end the fire season.
Always enough time to redo someone else's work, Rich, but never enough time for them to do it right to begin with, huh?
The number of Covid cases are starting to finally come down here, too, Don. This time around, though, it was the 65+ people with the most cases. And as usual, the most deaths, too. I got through last winder without so much as a cold, and I'm going to keep my mask on, use my hand sanitizer, and keep away from people this winter, too. Vaccine booster or not. I'll get a flu shot this week, too, if the line isn't too long at Costco. Waiting gets expensive there.
Puttered the morning away yesterday, but made it out into the garage a bit before lunch. Flushed out the gas tank with hot water, then tried setting it on the frame to dry. Had to cut down a new bracket to get it to fit, same problem as on the red bike except I was able to catch it before it wore another hole. Started rebuilding petcocks on the white bike, and like usual, got the first one apart but couldn't overcome the spring to get it back together. Just didn't have the strength in my fingers anymore. Started making a tool to help, stopped for lunch, and got it done afterwards. Took longer than I'd have liked to cut'n'try to get something to work, but now that it's done, the second one only took a few minutes. I even made a label for it so I'll be able to find it next time.
Had trouble sleeping last night, so I started Robby Kreiger's new book about his time with the Doors. I'm also reading a recent compilation that came out of Jim Morrison's work. Kreiger's book is like listening to someone tell stories about their past. Some interesting, some not, some just leave you shaking your head in disbelief. Morrison's work is very disjointed, much of it not making any kind of sense at all. He worked by just writing down everything that came into his mind, then sifting through it later for song lyrics or finished poems. And the book reproduces all of it, leaving the process for the reader to experience for themselves. Kreiger makes it clear that most of their songs really were collaborative efforts, not only with their fellow band mates, but with their managers and recording engineers, too. And without Morrison's contributions, they never got back to where they were before his death.
Today would be a good day to clean the ashes out of the camp fire pit, and compact the gravel I put down. Then more on the white bike.