A long hot day.

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I could not rise until well past noon. I was an half hour late to my appointment but it worked out. I then tried to call my friend for shooting. He did not answer. So, to Lowe's, where I got the parts I thought I might need, picked up a couple of books on plumbing and home wiring, looked at their weed eaters, and just had a little fun. After getting what I needed, I tried to call my friend again. Again, no answer. So, to stall for time and fill my belly, I went to McDonalds and ate my meal there. After that, another call. No answer, again, so I left a message. I then drove home.

Ah, the plumbing. It is not yet done. However, when looking over why I could not seem to replicate the previous handy work, I realized it would be best not to replicate it. After what I have learned so far, it looks like the crazy configuration was due to a space problem probably created by the last guy to do the work HAVING CUT OFF THE OLD DRAIN SYSTEM UP TO THE CONNECTION TO THE SINK AND TRYING TO PUT A NEW ONE IN ON TOP OF THE REMNANTS OF THE OLD ONE! Yeah, okay. I then checked to see if my system will fit in, as is. Yes. It fits quite fine, especially without trying to recreate the last debacle of a repair job, then having to try and bend things around so as to fit in remnants which then require at least two more bends to get the thing to fit, which it would naturally without the remnant pieces! Wow, okay.

However, just as I was putting on the knee pads (oh, wonderful invention by the way!), my friend called. I suggested we go shooting. He was not sure, since it was raining in Logan. I looked out, and sure enough. Still, it looked as though it would pass soon, so I jostled the notion a bit and he must have looked out too as he finally agreed. I asked where he had been. He said he was at an appointment, that he had told me about it last time, and that when he had suggested I visit afterwards that I had agreed. I told him, yeah, I do that a lot. I am, after all, a pure breed guy. We chuckled.

So, before I could do more than realize the plumbing was going to be fine (most likely), I headed into town. We went to the place, or at least along the same road, we went last time. This time I did not drive all the way through but went about a quarter of the way over the pass. I found a place to set up shop, so to speak, and I put up the target. We shot a good little while, talked about guns, women being funny types, and whatever else came to mind. After that, we headed in to town for a meal. We went to a smorgasbord. The last time he had been there, they were much like Golden Coral. Not any more. It was Chinese food. I found enough that I could and did like to fill me up. He simply was not interested, so ate very little. I even tried a couple of things I had never tried before... mystery food. The only thing I did not like there were something familiar, the prawns. They were overcooked to the point of being mushy. They did not have a rotten taste or anything, though they really did not have any true flavor at all. Perhaps they were merely frozen too long.

I had planned to stop at Wal-Mart for some cat supplies afterward, but completely forgot and simply took my friend home. How rude, as I think he looks forward to going to the store with someone else once in a while. By the time he remembered, we were probably pretty close to his home, so he did not say anything. Anyway, I let him out and headed home myself. About halfway home, I realized I needed those cat supplies so I turned around, waded through the Wallyworld hordes, and got my supplies. While I was checking out, the cashier, a heavy set frumpy looking woman, offered me advice on hair balls... pumpkin (in the can if the cat will eat it) or apple cider pills, a quarter of one, crushed and added to the food, she suggested. I thanked her heartily. She has a 24, 22, 19, and 17 year old cat, among others. Her three sons had all gotten cats at their apartments when going to school only to have to get rid of them, so along with her usual entourage, she ended up with 3 or more extra felines.

Oh, something else I realized earlier, perhaps yesterday, about my heat situation... It might, oddly, have to do with the type of chewing tobacco I was forced to buy last time. They did not have my usual type, but they had another long cut version of Copenhagen. Another customer recommended with it, with his lip half full, so, I took it. Ugh, it tastes like Skoal. I have been using that for a while. By the way, did I mention Skoal is a sweet tasting tobacco? It is. There are no indications of what they use to sweeten it (or the Copenhagen taste-alike), but my guess is that it is sugar, corn syrup, or such. Yes, I am quite sure that having sugar in my mouth all day for a week or two might just jump my glucose level a wee. And, when my glucose level jumps, out goes my personal cooling system, somehow. So, today, I finally located my regular (diet, ha!) Copenhagen longcut. I still have a can or two of the other, and I will not waste it. But I will start using it as a rarity until it is gone rather than using it full time. Now that the military and myself have stopped trying to kill me, has the rest of the world taken up the cause? Could BE.

Well, that is all. Have a good, deliciously cool, restful, peaceful night and sleep. You are all blessed, you little stinkers!