Showing posts with label 4th of July. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4th of July. Show all posts

Quick update

Tuesday: Biopsy - went well.  They used a drill this time, and that was weird, feeling the bone rattle.  Was it painful? YES.  How does it feel?  Hard to describe, but kind of throbbing, burning spread over a wider area than before.  Results in a few weeks.

Wednesday: Cleaning house for 4th of July.  Grandma came over and we visited for a while - pretty good for 90.

Thursday: Independance Day!  Usual party, great time.  Fire pit was well received, as were the S'Mores we made.

Friday: Water? What water?  The main water line for the block blew out and we were without water for about 8 hours.  No showers (much needed), no clean up of the kitchen (I use a lot of water there) and no laundry.  Really a down day.  By the time it got up and running, we had no inertia to do a darn thing.




Busy, busy, busy...

Well, not really.

After the 4th of July party, I usually take a few days to unwind. I sit back, drink left over beer, and eat leftover food. Which means, that I have a real weird few days... Loren's dump cake (ZOOM!), cold beer (WHAM!), baked beans (BLAST!).

So, it takes me a few more days to get all systems running straight, it is worth it!

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Just before the 4th I did go up to LA to retrieve something that has been missing for almost two decades. I got a post card from LAPD and they had recovered a .45 pistol that had been stolen from me in the early 90's.

Wow.

Paperwork, applications, phone calls (bla-bla-bla) and I finally got to get it at Parker Center (LAPD HQ) on July 3rd. Great time to get it too... it was a bureaucratic holiday, so there were hardly any people around, and I found a parking spot right away. The desk Sergeant was clueless, and I wasted 15 minutes going where I knew I wasn't supposed to go, but I did the dance and got the .45 back into my trembling hands.

Eeesh, it was in dreadful condition. Covered in silver finger print powder, rust oozing out of the cracks and crevasse, even the Pachmayr grip was messed up (BTW, Kudos to them , they are sending out a replacement part for the bronze medallion that is missing).

So, I spent 2 hours cleaning it myself, and I did an OK job of it. But it needed to be stripped down to the individual parts and seriously eyeballed. Jan Merson, of American Firearms and Gunsmithing did a great job of doing that for me. Can't say enough about the guy. Got the 'ol .45 up and running and it looks and feels just like old times!

Excuse me, I gotta go admire my new (old) toy...

jc


Light blogging, for a reason.

Yea, I have been busy scampering about with the girls getting a million different little things done for the 4th of July party.

Not only that, but I am getting bids for the sandblasting/re-stucco of the house.
And stone facing on the front.
And insulation in the walls.
And boxing in the eaves.
And painting the trim.
And, and , and...

Boy, while-you-are-at-it-itis realy can bite you in the butt!

Good thing I got the A/C fixed ($300+), I think I will take a nap.

jc