Bing, bang, clash, fung, boom.

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No, that wasn't the crew members of the downed air Asiana.  I think.  It was my day.  I didn't wake until 11:30 so getting anything done before I left was out of the question.  Getting out on time was out of the question.  I did make it with 20 minutes to spare though, with pick up and at the bank, give or take.  My friend was nonplussed, this time.  He's... getting used to me, or feeling a bit more generous.  Now, he wanted to go shooting though.  I thought it was too hot, I wasn't prepped, and I am out of target ammunition anyway.  I really didn't want to go.  Even in the mountains I knew it was going to be hot.  At 17:30, in town, as I was returning home, it read 104.  Too hot for playing.  I won't do that again.  If it's too hot it is too hot, that's that.

While in town, on my way home, I stopped in and grabbed enough stuff to start a drip line.  I may create it backwards, as they only had 200' of 1/2 pipe.  For all I know that is plenty, since I am not doing my row crops on this line.  But it might not be enough to run to the hydrant and do the rows.  So... rows first.  I can always run a hose to the connector, figuring out the other parts as I go.  I bought a filter, a one-way inline "valve", a pressure regulator, a hookup, a bunch of tees, a bunch of drips, some smaller hose for the few irregular plants, a few dummies in case I make a hole I don't want... ah, but I forgot something to punch the holes with.  There is a simple push device, which is essentially a plastic handle with a nail.  If I get a tool for that, I would rather the clamp and puncture type.  Or I will just see if I have the right sized nail and find a piece of wood for the handle... or maybe create something fancier on my own.  I also bought another drain connection for the water heater.  My mother either tossed it or hid it well, too well for me to find.  I've been looking for it since she left, off and on.  Women and neatness sometimes!

Ah, right, as I was filling up before heading back to my cave a call.  I had no idea who would be calling me, probably a wrong number?  It was the sewing machine shop.  They loved the machine I brought in, by the way.  Repair and fiddling, $49.  Perhaps a few more dollars for the right bobbins and... something else.  Deal!  Yes, fix it, do it, order the bobbin (I'll see if they have/will order another dozen bobbins... keep three or four loaded with the basics and have a bundle of them open and ready).  Yum!  Now I don't have to buy the Bernini right away, though it probably is on the menu.  Right behind a solid grain grinder.  Yeah, but I am actually getting there.  I am amazed what a few short years, even through heavier illness from time to time, has yielded.  Yeah, I've needed, and still lean on, many.  But... I did what I could, I sought out what I couldn't do, I did ask, and I am eminently grateful.  A lot of horsetrading and outright gifting.  But I do have some... returns I need to make...  Just so people know they are appreciated.  Like everything I am planning, it just takes time.

I've already switched the water heater drain valve for the copper.  I think that will be about it today.  The heat just beat the living tar out of me.  No, I won't be doing things like this on days like this again.  Period.

Time to try to cool off.  If I get spit back before my night ends I may tinker with the bathroom plumbing.  At least see if the water flows without leaking, which would also allow me to set up the toilet.  Burned up, toasted, roasted, fried, and baked, I am done for a bit.

Later.