Not too bad.

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I had to look in several places, for the remaining attachments pieces... the extras from the close line, which are not simply needed.  One of the old ones is simply missing, the other had a problem with threading... it was broken... wouldn't screw on.  First the back door storage area.

Not just searched, but straightened while I was at it.  Then, upstairs on my work table.  Again, neatened, whilst searching.  Then I started looking in general, upstairs.  And found the items.  Three of them, only need two, good to have an extra.  Obviously.

Nothing was cleaned up to sharp edges and spit polish, mind you.  But, a fairly nice start on any of them.  I need to finish the table upstairs, but that was on my list anyway.  So, a start, while doing something else, is awesome.  While doing something outside, I put the Xterra away, and got the rolling jack out for easier access.  As well, looked it over.  It shouldn't be too difficult.  It's a two and an half ton jack.  Speedy Jack?  Or something.  I may look for the brand, specifically, at some point.  See if there are instructions, or a vid.  Life is easier these days.  

Not that working on a jack is difficult.  But if you are starting from nil... sure, someone like me would work it out shortly.  And, worst case I would spill some of the hydraulic fluid.  But I have 8 ounces and doubt if I will need a tenth of an ounce.  Full to stop it might take an ounce.  Meh.  Or, probably.  Still, not worried about a little spillage.  Still, if someone has already 'invented that wheel', I don't want to.

After finding the bits, I got the clothesline up and stretched, ready to go.  I wanted to do chores, but... I am a bit soft after the various things.  Still, I didn't want to just leave them.  I got them a carrot each.  Some of them really enjoy, and come to get them.  One of them runs as far as she can.  Two of them, actually.  And three of them just sat there.  Wouldn't flee, wouldn't come to the carrot.  So I just set them in certain cages.  It's personality, actually.  Not totally based on sex, if does are more prone to being... weird.

A bit of a break.  Then I would like to get to the jack.  Who knows how fast that will go.  I will go look to see about the brand, model.  To look up while resting.  The parts are right here next to me, altogether.  So that will be easy.  Oh, remember, I bought new o-rings, for just in case.  This jack is probably... twenty years old?  Fifteen at least.  Actually it is amazing it lasted about thirteen, or fourteen, years, before needing any attention.  And, probably, a bit of attention is all it needs.  The thing may well last longer than a healthy man's time.  It isn't even rusty on the outside?  I may look it over.  If there is rust, bust out the angle grinder, strip it down, and get new primer and paint going.  Hmm... while at it, I could hit shoves, picks, and such too.  I'll look up which paint is best.  Oh, and sharpen tools, while at it.  If I can find my bastard file.  The bigger one.  You don't need em' razor sharp.  Just not dulled, flattened, or such.  A good sharp shovel will surely save your back and ass.

After that, waterers.  And, chores, then a shower.  A break, and back upstairs to the work table.  Oh, I'll put dishes in, after the shower.  Hmm... I might set up some clothes?  After the shower?  Yes.  I had hoped to make it to confession, but I... don't think so.  Not even sure about the rest of these things.  But... I never... quit.  I... keep... trying... hoping... pushing.  We will see.  If I make it to confession, I might make it to mass.  It'll... happen... soon or later.  God is more patient than I am, and I have learned to be as patient as needs be.

It was 68 at 11:30.  A cool day, given the date.

Not bad.  Later.