Monthly Archives: September 2018
That Was It . . .
With the weather cooperating this morning I went outside and top off the rig’s engine oil with 3 gallons of Shell Rotella 15W-40.
Then I laid down a big sheet of plastic sheeting under the engine to catch any leakage so I could visually confirm the leak, and also protect the gravel.
Back inside, I raised the bed cover and then cranked up the engine and let it run at high idle (950 rpm) for about 30 minutes. Then I shut it down and went outside to take a look. And here’s what I found.
About 1/2 cup in 30 minutes.
So next I crawled underneath to take a look, and found this.
It’s definitely coming down from the filter, so I put in a call to RV Mobile Lube to come out and take a look.
It could be a defective filter, or a bad installation. But I’ll them figure it out.
Later, about 1:30, Jan and I headed out, with our first stop at the nearby Los Ramirez Mexican Restaurant for lunch. We first ate here about 10 days ago, and were amazed at how good the food was, and how CHEAP it was.
And ya’ll know how much I like CHEAP! And CHEAP and GOOD is even better.
And since it was so good the first time we did it exactly the same as last time. Jan got the Pechuga Rellena with a Grilled Chicken Breast stuffed with Grilled Shrimp and Broccoli on a bed of rice with Charro Beans and half a sliced Avocado.
All this for only $7.99.
And I went the same way again too, with the Beef Fajita Taco Salad.
Really, really good, and only $5.59 on the Lunch menu. Like I said CHEAP and GOOD.
Our next stop was at a Capital One branch to get some papers notarized, and check out some account details. Then we made a drop-off at the Salvation Army and an Amazon package pick-up at my client’s.
And after a P.O. stop we got home about 4:30. Another busy day.
Thought for the Day:
You’re never too old to learn something stupid.
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It Just Wasn’t To Be . . .
As you know I had planned to top off the rig’s engine oil this morning and then check for leaks,
But it just wasn’t to be. It poured down most of the night and continued into the morning. Not exactly conducive to working outside. So I’ll try again tomorrow morning. But I don’t have high hopes since The Weather Channel says there’s an 80% chance of rain tomorrow. And pretty much the rest of the week too.
Oh well.
About 2pm we headed out through the drizzle up to Webster to have lunch at Saltgrass Steakhouse, our toss-up winner for local steakhouses.
As far as steaks go for us, it’s pretty even between Longhorn and Saltgrass. Strangely enough for picking steakhouses, the clincher is the salads. Saltgrass’ Wedge Salad has become our new favorite, and since Longhorn doesn’t normally have a Wedge Salad, they lose out.
I say ‘normally’ because sometimes they do . . . kind of. Occasionally they have what they call a Wedge Salad, but it’s not really.
Unless you call a stalk of Romaine a ‘wedge’. Now I like Romaine lettuce (Jan doesn’t), but a wedge it’s not.
This is a Wedge.
And yes, I like a lot of pepper on my salads. Actually I like a lot of pepper on pretty much every thing.
I got the 16 oz. Pat’s Ribeye with Steak Fries, first time for potatoes in a while.
And since I really can’t eat 16 oz. of steak anymore, the first thing I did is to cut it half for leftovers.
Jan got the 6 oz. Charlotte’s Center-Cut Filet with the Grilled Green Beans, Unfortunately for photo purposes, she got started on it before I could get a picture.
Note how ‘red’ Jan’s steak is. And it only took me 50+ years to get her here.
When I first met Jan she liked her steaks WELL-DONE. Note the CAPITALS. And by WELL-DONE, I mean Burnt. Shoe-Leather Burnt. But it was baby steps to get her to this point.
After many years I finally got her to Medium-Well. Then a few years back she segued all the way over to halfway between Medium and Medium-Well, which is sometimes hard to meet.
But today was a watershed moment. She actually ordered her filet Medium. And then proceeded tell me repeatedly how ‘tender and juicy’ it was.
Well, duh. I’ve only been telling her this for more than 50 years. She said that she always ate her steak like that because her father ate his that, so that’s all she ever knew.
Now she knows better.
Thought for the Day:
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