Sunday, September 30, 2018

Driving lessons.

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I am doing pretty good.  Nervous about winter driving.  Not sure if there is a difference between stick and auto.  I never drove stick anywhere colder than South Carolina, near Charleston... they wear parkas there when it hits forty eight.  I had to laugh.  It did snow once while I was there, but I didn't have access to the stick and wouldn't have gone out anyway.  As bad as they were at driving in the rain, I stayed home if there was any kind of weather.  Night driving was easy enough, the bit I did.  I was a bit nervous about that, no major problem.

More of any practice would be good.  New tires are needed for winter driving, I am told.  Yeah, true.  Practice again Monday, work Friday.  Hopefully I'll paint this week, and do a few other things.  I will save making the screen door for Friday, and maybe a bit of the painting.  A bit of yardwork remains.

The ducks are doing well.  I can sort of quack at them, but it isn't quite their sound.  Better than most tall, footed, quackers.  I'll have to work on it, study then emulate their noises.  Water was good, food was low.  Yep, about three cups of food a day.  I have heard 138 grams per bird, per day.  I should evaluate that.  Oh, and maybe get a bath going for them tomorrow, and another day this week.

The Boss, who was playing the Boss on the radio when I got in tonight... just a funny, I thought, says they have a post hole digger.  But it's old, doesn't work.  I asked him to take it to a shop, see what the damages would be, assuming it could be fixed.  Might be worth a bit more to get a fix, and have it available, than pay slightly less for one use.  With a Ph. D., I could go places!  Ph. D., aka Posthole Digger.

Well, I never quite got to wake up.  And I may be going back to sleep soon.  So... good day, night... both?  Maybe.  Or later.

4 comments:

  1. "I never drove stick anywhere colder than South Carolina, near Charleston... they wear parkas there when it hits forty eight."


    It's become worse there. I saw people dressing up in severe winter gear when the thermometer dropped into the 60s. Here I was in my shorts and t-shirt, tempted to ask these people if they were born delusional or had they spent years practicing?

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  2. Hehehe! That doesn't surprise me. Millenials are worse in all ways? Orland was worse than Charlestonians, if not even that bad back when. No one owned parkas though, just stayed in on rare cold snaps. Laugh?

    Shorts in the 60's? Solid. I don't, but not for the cold. I just don't wear shorts. Almost wish... I could, would.

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  3. Myself I prefer cool or cold weather. Sleep much better. The worst summers I ever experienced in my life were during the twenty years I lived in Houston. Miserable climate. Not quite as bad where I am now, but am glad to have survived another summer and am looking forward to more agreeable temperatures.

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  4. Yep. When it hits 60, I'm getting comfortable. Down to -20 and I'm good, though wind upsets that. I can do the 90 to 100 summers, mostly, due to low humidity. Iowa is too rough, even with central air. Like Houston.

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