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Looks like something that came from the gulf coast and the BP disaster!! This is the rubber(?) piece that holds the oil lines in the to of the clutch cover. It was badly warped and hard as a rock. I heated it with a heat-gun and got it flat again. Tried JB weld to plug the holes as I took the oil pump off. Terrible mess!! On to "Plan B".
Wendy woke up early and began to bottle up our third batch of green
peach kombucha. Unfortunately this one tasted like "barf". Wendy
thinks she didn't add enough sugar. We are going to let the kombucha
sit in the plastic bottles for 5 days and see if the anaerobic
bacteria can help.
both of these are failures of composition. i have no idea what i was attempting to do with either photo.
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As I wandered around the Broley barn again on a hot day when I caught sight of the rusty corrugated siding I turned and saw the accumulation of siding intended to (perhaps) keep walls on the old barn. I don't know if any cottonwood found it's way into the barn but it appears there is a lot of really poor ponderosa pine used. Let's hope your house is tighter than this. I admit that I am still looking Broley's over to try to get my seeing ability untracked. Decisions! In this case, I treated the siding to RAW layers and the technique I use a lot now just like I did the clouds example I showed earlier. I find I can exploit the textures on any surface. I may visit the barn yet again even before the weather cools in the fall. I finished the chokecherry episodes and have plenty of juice in the refrigerator to turn into jelly and syrup. That might be any day late summer this year considering recent heat and skies.
The chokecherries took me by surprise this year by arriving weeks early in a summer of record heat. I gave up arguing with folks who are convinced their CO2 doesn't leave Boulder County. When enough proof to convince them arrives, it will be far too late. The resurrection day will be far over when we can combat the fossil fuel industry power in buying opinions and politics. Here, we have strung up a year of over a dozen days of hundred degree readings where there are seldom one or two. The N.C.A.R. scientists say to get ready. Are you ready for your new lifestyle?
Today my GP tried to remove my magnetic implant, but it proved difficult- it had migrated deep in my finger, and came apart as he tried to get a hold of it. Almost from the first incision before he got anywhere near it shards of the magnet started coming out, and it seems the main body of the magnet adhered to scar tissue. For now, and probably ever, it's staying inside.
She got her wish, she could choose to ride either a mermaid or a unicorn so she chose a unicorn but in the water and to make it float, she had to weigh it down. Now because of her failed magic and greed, she is wondering why it doesnt feel as great as she hoped ...
I really am crap with this GoPro lark! Mind you, it doesn't help when Brain of Britain here decides it'd be cool to mount it on the crossbar (I'm old, it's a crossbar...) and then lobs the bar bag on in front of it... duh... So I got a lot of photos of with no horizon or whatever. 0/10 - must try harder.
Riuscire a prendere il passaggio giusto con l'autostop su di una macchina che corre come se non ci fosse un domani lungo la strada che costeggia il confine fra Siria e Libano.
Gomme che stridono e risate dell'autista divertito del mio sguardo terrorizzato.
6 ore di viaggio in autobus fra cambi ed attese eterne lungo le inguardabili newtown israeliane
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tutto per essere la sera a Gerusalemme per la festa che chiude il Ramadam salvo rendersi conto, giunto al tramonto, che il tutto si festeggia il giorno e non la sera.
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Un po' di foto, quindi, dei ritardatari che si aggiravano per la città vecchia, nel quartiere musulmano, ad accomodare lampadine, mostrare i regali e passeggiare per ammazzare il tempo.
Prossima volta, magari, dovrei informarmi meglio prima di scapicollarmi per le vie di montagna del nord di Israele ed arrivare, comunque, in ritardo.