Since news is about things that I'm really not interested in, I decided to publish a newspaper about a subject that I am interested in.
This first front page is about me patting myself on the back for a job well done:
My old good buddy Jed owns and operates a motorcycle repair shop near where I went to pick up the new dryer belt, so I visited with him for a couple of hours.
At one point, Jed animatedly informed me of his recent actions, which made front page news:
I publish my newspaper on other websites and got some negative reactions on Jed's escapades.
I made an animation explaining the type of newspaper that Davey Do's news is:
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
On 7/5/2022 at 5:05 PM, Davey Do said:
That Jeep has over a half a tank of $3.19/ gallon gas in it, because I rarely drive it.
The calipers have banjo connections which have seal washers through which the hydraulic fluid is pumped from the master cylinder, and I'm fighting them now:
Two errors in the above paragraphs, one being that there is 3/4 tank of $3.19/gallon in the Jeep. The other error is that it wasn't t the banjo connection that was leaking, it was a loose bleeder screw which hadn't been tightened down on the factory caliper rebuild.
The bleeder screw is just above the banjo connection, the brake fluid ran down from the bleeder to the banjo, so naturally I ASSUMED the banjo was leaking fluid.
Live and learn. Or live to make the same mistakes over again. I did make progress in cleaning & organizing my garage & carport, where the Jeep now sits.
Specializes in Med nurse in med-surg., float, HH, and PDN.
Busy Bizzy! That's a big project! I get the energy and do major cleaning of MY stuff only every-so-often. My first employer was a couple who ran a small motel on the river, in my home town. The Mrs. told me something I have never forgotten: "People can stand their own dirt, but not someone else's dirt." (explaining why the thorough cleaning of a motel room is very important.)
She also used to steal my tips that were left on the pillow after the person/people had checked out, but before I started work. I've never forgotten that, either!
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
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16 hours ago, No Stars In My Eyes said:
Busy Bizzy! That's a big project! I get the energy and do major cleaning of MY stuff only every-so-often.
Some of us are comfortable in chaos and no matter how high our desires to keep things clean, we always seem to drag in the dirt. It's a predisposed genetic personality thing, for I had two great uncles who lived down by the Mississippi in a shack, and Mom used to say that I reminded her of them.
16 hours ago, No Stars In My Eyes said:
The Mrs. told me something I have never forgotten: "People can stand their own dirt, but not someone else's dirt." (explaining why the thorough cleaning of a motel room is very important.)
Ew! Yeah! I'd much rather roll around in my own waste than somebody else's.
16 hours ago, No Stars In My Eyes said:
She also used to steal my tips that were left on the pillow after the person/people had checked out, but before I started work. I've never forgotten that, either!
"I'll try to forgive, but I cannot forget." -Red Headed Stranger
Specializes in Med nurse in med-surg., float, HH, and PDN.
Where's the post that said you have a 2nd pen-pal? I can't find it and I just wanted to say that you, my pal, haven't sent me any mail, even though you said you would or did!....Hmmmm. And I have your URL but no postal address. So all I can do, so far, is chase you around allnurses !
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
I missed this post, No Stars, sorry.
On 7/12/2022 at 12:43 PM, No Stars In My Eyes said:
Where's the post that said you have a 2nd pen-pal? I can't find it and I just wanted to say that you, my pal, haven't sent me any mail, even though you said you would or did!....Hmmmm. And I have your URL but no postal address. So all I can do, so far, is chase you around allnurses !
Are we having fun yet????? ?
I have mailed you not one, not two, but THREE letters! It doesn't surprise me with the local post office.
One time I had an alumni notice sent to me from the community college, which is almost directly across the street from the post office. It took ONE WEEK for me to get the letter. The college & post office are about 6 1/2 miles from my home.
I could have crawled like a snake on kts belly from the college and back again in the time it took the letter to get to me.
The news about the second pen pal is probably in the Art of Letter Writing thread.
And yes, you are always a joy to have to be around, No Stars.
Specializes in Med nurse in med-surg., float, HH, and PDN.
As I said in another thread, I will BOLO (Be On the Look Out) for real, actual mail to arrive in my mailbox. A thrill for which I await patiently (sort of).
Mail usually is the GIMME (donation requests) letters, the ads for things I don't want and will never get, offers for a free meal to listen to someone push their hearing aid products, and so many offers to change my Medicare carrier, that I could build a house out of them, and just more shite to shred.
Specializes in Med nurse in med-surg., float, HH, and PDN.
Once a letter from Nashville to my mother in Maine actually took 1 day to deliver. And at the same time, when I mailed a bill payment to pay a utility bill in the same city, it took 6 days to get there and earned me a late fee to pay!
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
When I was young, we only had one car and Dad used it to get back & forth from work. One time, my little bro got injured and Mom had to telephone the neighbor to take us to the hospital, so during the weekdays, she couldn't go anywhere.
I say this because we had a close relationship with the mailman, an old Black guy named Albert. Mom would leave money and a note in the mailbox asking Albert to leave her stamps. He was as pleasant as a peach, and Mom made sure he always got a Christmas present.
Those days are gone, now. I don't know my mail carrier's name, and when I see one of them delivering mail, it always seems to be someone different.
Specializes in Med nurse in med-surg., float, HH, and PDN.
When I was young, we went to the post office for the morning mail, and then around 4:30 PM we'd go pick up the 'evening' mail. The newspapers printed morning and afternoon editions, as well.
The guys at the post office were: Wimpy, who was 6'4" and had a considerable girth; and Mr. Perkins, who had married a 'war-bride' from England after WWII. She was the towns' phone operator. We had an old phone that you'd pick up the ear-piece and then crank the handle on the phone box, and when the operator answered "Operator." You'd say into the separate mouth piece, something like "Ring 2-2-3, please." and she'd say, "Thank you; connecting."
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
Once again, a great story, No Stars!
Your story took me back to when I first took to spending the night in friends' homes in town when I was about 10 years old... the old post office, the train depot, the original girls' college which became a community college...
Oh! Remember the neighborhood shops that were like little general markets?! Usually like, in the front first floor of a residence? They were more expensive than the "grocery stores" like Kroger or National, but were good to pick up odds and ends like milk or bread, the newspaper, etc.
I guess the Moto Marts took their place- you know: The gasoline Quick Trip places.
How nice it is to revisit those places in my mind.
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Two errors in the above paragraphs, one being that there is 3/4 tank of $3.19/gallon in the Jeep. The other error is that it wasn't t the banjo connection that was leaking, it was a loose bleeder screw which hadn't been tightened down on the factory caliper rebuild.
The bleeder screw is just above the banjo connection, the brake fluid ran down from the bleeder to the banjo, so naturally I ASSUMED the banjo was leaking fluid.
Live and learn. Or live to make the same mistakes over again. I did make progress in cleaning & organizing my garage & carport, where the Jeep now sits.