Daily Archives: August 1, 2022
Chromebook . . .
Not much happened today at work. The only thing new was that I got to spend some more time fooling with my client’s wife’s new Samsung Chromebook.
I was asked to install some software on it this weekend, which was my first time getting my hands on one.
Chromebook is a generic name for any laptop that runs ChromeOS, a variant of the Android operating system found in many phones and tablets.
Chromebooks are made by many main line computer makers like, HP, Acer, ASUS, Samsung, Lenovo, and others, The chief advantage to them is that they’re relatively inexpensive. In fact you can get a decent one for $300 or less.
The downside to this is that they’re very dependent of being connected to the Internet. And they’re limited to either 4, 6, or 8GB of RAM, and either 32 or 64GB of HD, in this case, a Solid State one.
But I was surprised how well they worked for things like word processing, web surfing, or watching YouTube cat videos.
And now Jan wants one.
Tomorrow I’ve got my 4th Physical Therapy appointment, and then on to CookShack for Chicken Tenders.
Texas Hot, of course.
Thought For The Day:
“When people talk to God, it’s called prayer. When God talks back, it’s called schizophrenia.” – Unknown”
August 1, 2009
Old Saybrook…
Today is our last full day in Connecticut.
After lunch at Pat’s Kountry Kitchen, voted ‘Best Family Style Restaurant in Connecticut”,
We headed out to drive around the Old Saybrook seaport area. It’s a very picturesque area, much of it dating from the 1700’s.
There’s a lot of history here as the Old Boston Post Road runs right through the town. This would have been the route many of the Founding Fathers used to travel between New York and Boston.
I mentioned before how picturesque this area is. But I don’t have any pictures to show for it. We drove what’s know as the Scenic Loop, but there’s no place to stop and take pictures. The road is a narrow two lane road with no place to pull over and no stopping allowed.
So you’ll just have to imagine the shot of the swans feeding in the lake, the lighthouses on the point, the lovely view of the marina, etc.
Aren’t they just beautiful?
We had originally planned to head north to the Springfield/Chicopee, MA area to visit a high school friend of hers. Jan graduated from Chicopee Falls Comprehensive High School so she’s looking forward to visit old friends and old haunts.
But her friend, Joan, has had a death in the family, so we will head over to Cape Cod for a few days and then up to see Joan next week end.
The Cape Cod area is an old haunt for both of us as we lived in West Falmouth, MA in 1971 while I was working for the Dept. of Defense at Otis Air Force Base on Cape Cod.
The park we’re staying at here in the Clinton, CT area is called Riverdale Farm Campground. It’s a nice place, but the sites are kind of small and we’re really jammed in together.
We have a 140 mile trip tomorrow, which should take us about 3 hours. But it might be longer due to the traffic we will encounter.
August 1, 2010
On To Elkhart…
We left Mercer County Fairgrounds at the crack of 10:50 this morning, first for a short trip into town to have a final lunch at La Carreta, and then heading on to Elkhart.
Here we are parked right down the street.
About 20 miles down the road we entered Indiana, and almost immediately encountered a number of Amish buggies along the road.
When we were here last October all the buggies we saw had the enclosed cabins like in this photo below.
I guess now that it’s summer they put the top down and they look like this.
And of course, how can you tell if you’re in Amish country?
A little further down the road we passed through Decatur, IN, the birthplace of ‘Beauty’, our RV. Last year we took a factory tour of the plant, and also visited the Auburn-Cord-Duesenberg Museum in Auburn, IN.
You can see more about our trip here. Auburn Cord Museum.
We got into the Elkhart Campground about 2 pm and got set up. We’ll be here for a month before heading back to Houston for the birth of 2nd grandchild, Landon Morrison.
The park is much fuller than it was last October when we were here.
Tomorrow we’ll continue to get settled in and I’ll start on some maintenance stuff that I’ve been waiting to do until we got here.
August 1, 2011
More Big Sky Country . . .
Jan and I were both up about 7:30 this morning. I think we were looking forward to getting back on the road and seeing new things and places
While we were having our coffee and bagels, our daughter Brandi called to say hi and talk about our upcoming family reunion in about 10 days.
A little after 9 I called the RV park in Dickinson, ND to be sure they’d have a spot for us for Tuesday and Wednesday night. And when I asked the lady if she would have room for us, I got my first “You Betcha”.
And going through North Dakota, Minnesota, and Wisconsin over the next week or so, it probably won’t be our last one, either.
We pulled out of our site about 9:45 and then stopped just long enough to hook up the toad, and then we were on our way by 10 am, heading northeast on I-94 to Miles City, MT, about 150 miles away.
We had a lot of pretty country along the way, with rolling hills, interspersed with level plains, and a lot of lakes and rivers. Not exactly what you think of in Montana.
We made one rest stop at about the half way point, and then pulled into the Big Sky Campground about 1 pm.
This is probably the perfect one-night stay campground for us. Long pull-thrus where we don’t have to unhook the toad, pretty level sites. (to me, a site is pretty level if I can get the coach level. I’ve been in some that were so out-of-tilt that I couldn’t level.)
We even have our own small mountain view.
And best of all, it’s cheap. $18 a night for 30 amp and water. On one night stays like this we normally don’t even hook up sewer, and in this case we saved $5 over a full hookup site.
Hey, $5 is $5!
Jan fixed a wonderful meal from our leftover Bubba’s BBQ, along with wild rice and baked beans, and even better, fresh chocolate chip cookies for dessert.
I love it when Jan gets all domestic!
Still In Elkhart
August 1, 2013
7 Days Makes One . . . Sad
That’s because we have only 7 days of RV travel left this year.
That gets us back to Houston, visiting two sets of relatives along the way, then out to south Texas for gate guarding, and then back to Houston the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Of course that doesn’t include any possible moves from gate to gate, but we’re thinking about trying to stay at just one gate this time,
The good news is that Two Weeks from Today! we get to see Landon again. And the rest of the family too, of course.
After another nice, quiet morning, Jan and I heading out about 1pm to drive some of the countryside around Shipshewana. But our first stop was the RV/MH Hall of Fame again. But this time it was to look for a geocache located there. Barb Westerfield had asked us to check it out and see if the container needed to be repaired. But when I found where it was supposed to be, it wasn’t there. So I called Barb and found out that a local guy had picked it up and was taking care of it. No problem.
Then it was on to Shipshewana. We took a back road over that way, then took SR 5 through town and past all the Amish businesses. We saw one place that must have had a 100 buggies parked all around with everyone dressed up. Figured it must be a wedding.
Cutting across through the mostly Amish farmland, we headed toward Millersburg. It’s easy to tell the Amish farms; very big, very neat, no power lines, and a little phone hut out front. It’s also strange to see a big combine being pulled by a team of four horses.
Looping back around and coming into Goshen from the south, we stopped at a Dunkin Donuts for coffee, and some donut holes to go. Apparently no one calls them ‘holes’ anymore. Dunkin calls them Munchkins, while Tim Horton’s calls them Timbits.
Finally coming back into Elkhart, we checked out a couple of RV parts stores before realizing it was about 4:30 and we were starting to get hungry. Since we hadn’t had steak for a while, the nearby Texas Roadhouse seemed to be in order. We always get a good steak there, and today was no exception.
Finally it was home for the night. Tomorrow it’s back to Mishawaka for some things and maybe a movie.
Wilmington OH Thousand Trails
August 1, 2014
A Man’s Gotta Know His Limitations . . .
Some of you, or most of you, may have seen the gum commercial where the father uses the foil to make a little silver origami bird for his daughter. But a week or so ago I saw the longer, full version. But I’ve only seen it that one time. And I think it’s worth passing on.
After resting up from our busy day yesterday, Jan and I headed out about 2:30 for a couple of errands. Our first stop was the TireDiscounterz store in Wilmington to drop off my flat tire to be fixed. I came out one morning while we were at the Indian Lakes Thousand Trails in Batesville, OH and found I had a flat. But since we were almost ready to leave for Wilmington, I thought I’d just wait until then.
Leaving my tire, we headed down the road a bit to the Wal-Mart to stock up on some things. Then it was back to TireDiscounterz to check on my tire. And there I got some bad news. The tire is not repairable, or at least not worth repairing.
They found the leak using the water trough, but they also found a bunch of other small leaks coming from dry rot. Of course, my first question is how did I get dry rot on a truck tire. Since we bought the Dakota in 2007, we’ve over 110,000 miles on it while driving, and another 60,000 plus miles towing it, when the odometer doesn’t register. So I know this wasn’t an original tire.
Plus I bought new tire in Apache Junction in April of 2013, and another one before that in August of 2012 while we were gate guarding. And about 4 years ago I replaced two tires at the same time back in Houston. The only think that makes sense is that this was the original spare that got swapped in when I had those 3 flats in one week while we were on our first gate in April 2012. So it looks like there’s a new tire in my future and out of my wallet.
Getting back to the rig a little before 5pm, we headed back out to have dinner at Rod’s Capricorn Inn down in the Lake Cowan area. We had tried to eat here this past Monday, but they were closed. But the reviews were so good we had to give it a try before we leave this coming Sunday.
This place is the poster child for the out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere dive burger joint.
The photo above I got from Google Street View and must have been taken on a day they were closed, because I gather the parking lot is normally pretty full morning, noon, and night, as it was when we got there today.
Many of the reviews had talked about the Double Rod’s Burger, and I made the mistake of ordering it without reading the menu close enough. And this is what I got.
Yep, that’s a 1 pound fresh ground, hand-formed, Angus Beef patty, And about a quart of French Fries. Of course you can only eat it with a fork. But, boy was it good..
When I gave up after eating about half of it, Jan wanted to know if I was feeling bad, since I didn’t finish it. I said, “No”. I had just eaten the equivalent of two Whoppers, and that was about all I could do. But I have leftovers.
Jan had the Boneless Chicken Strip Dinner and said it was delicious, and of course, more leftovers.
Even better in all this, were the excellent prices. My 1 lb. burger and fries was $9.89, and the Boneless Chicken Dinner was $8.49. That’s for a pound of Angus Beef, and about 6 chicken breasts.
Coming home, we made a detour into Wilmington to the Lowe’s so I could get a few feet of wire to make a new cable for my Brake Buddy alert transmitter. Then it was home for the night.
Tomorrow will be our last full day here in Wilmington. Sunday, we’ll start heading back to Texas by way of Alabama.
August 1, 2015
Not Bad, Not Great . . .
Well, it looks like the Verizon guys don’t work on weekends. As I mentioned before, during most of the day I have crappy 1X Internet here at Cherokee Landing. Then most nights suddenly I have 3 or 4 bars of 3G after 8pm.
But today I’ve had 4 bars of 3G all day and all night. So I’m glad they take weekends off, or at least Saturdays.
A little before 4pm Jan and I headed back over to Corinth for dinner. This time our destination was Mi Toro once again, the same Mexican restaurant we ate at last week. But things change, and we ended up at the Ryan’s right down the street.
And I guess we can be happy that it was not great, but not bad either. Just OK.
I will say the steaks were really good, but they weren’t real good about keeping some things stocked up, especially the fried chicken. They are set up with two pans, one for white, breast and wings, and one for dark, thighs and legs. But while we were there they pretty much just had two pans of thighs.
I don’t know if they figured people couldn’t tell the difference, or maybe the servers couldn’t tell the difference. Could be both, or either. But not good, anyway.
* * * * *
As soon as I get to somewhere with a better connection, I’m probably going to download Windows 10 on one of my machines, most likely my ASUS laptop.
The word so far seems to be pretty favorable. Which is not unexpected, since kind of like Star Trek movies, every other one seems to be a good one. For example:
Windows 95 – Good
Windows 98 – Sucked
Windows 98SE – Good
Windows ME – Really Sucked
Windows XP – Good
Windows Vista – Very Sucky
Windows 7 – Good
Windows 8 – Sucked
Windows 10 – Good So Far
The Win 10 download is about 6 GB, so it’s going take a while.
Tomorrow we’re going to head out about 9:30 on our 145 mile run to Athens, AL to spend some time catching up with my relatives. We’re going to stop for breakfast at the Cracker Barrel in Corinth, MS about 35 miles along the way. At least as long as the parking lot isn’t too full.
August 1, 2016
Bridge Over Swampy Waters . . .
I had already hitched up last night so this morning all we had to do was stow the satellite dish, raise the levelers, unplug shore power and go.
Every time we stop at Poche’s, we always wish we were staying longer.
Most of the sites are concrete pad back-ins, but they do have two long pull-thru transient sites, which is where we always stay.. Very nice park, especially for $20 a night Passport America.
We pulled out right at 10 heading for the Hollywood Casino in Bay St. Louis, about 165 miles away.
But before we could get there, we had to cross my nemesis, the Atchafalaya River Bridge, 18.2 miles long, through the Atchafalaya (Cha Fa La Ya, forget the AT) Swamp. When we drove onto the bridge, Jan asked me if it still bothered me. I said no, but it’s not something I’ll likely forget.
It goes like this.
In 1994, I was on my way to Birmingham to visit my mother, a trip I made every month from 1992, when my father died, until 2005, when I finally got her to move to Houston.
It was lightly raining and I had just gotten on the bridge when an old Lincoln Continental started passing me on the left doing about a 1/2 mph faster than I was, just creeping past. He had a line of traffic right on his tail, as did I. So I couldn’t really slow down much either.
Then just as he barely got past, he cut over right in front of me, so close I could no longer see his taillights. And then he slowed down. So I instinctively took my foot off the gas, never touching the brake. But that didn’t help. Apparently just as I let off the pedal, I crossed one of those metal expansion joints with a bump. And then all hell broke loose.
As well as my tire’s grip on the pavement.
My Ford Ranger did a quick 360, and then added in a 180 for good measure. Then my instincts kicked in and I managed to get my truck up against the rail, trying to scrub off speed by grinding off the driver’s side of the truck.
Of course a 360 and a 180 meant was I was now going backwards, and watching people dodge the large pieces of my truck as they fell off. At this point I was somewhat hopeful that the excitement was almost over.
But I was wrong! Very, very wrong!
Apparently a wayward piece of my rear bumper snagged on one of the separations between the sections of the concrete bridge railing, slinging me back around into another set of 360° spins.
How many, you might ask?
Well, I lost count after 4. Mostly because the left side of my head slammed up against the metal shoulder harness bracket that Ford had thoughtfully mounted just at head height, without any padding.
In the middle of all this, I was still trying to get control of the spins, but without much luck. Turning the steering wheel didn’t seem to have much, or any, effect. But finally I ended along the railing again, this time going the right direction, and finally came to a stop. I managed to get the door open and climbed out just as several motorists ran over to see if I was OK.
The first thing I noticed was that I no longer had a truck. It was more a pile of parts traveling in close proximity to each other, but now bent in a semi-circle.
The rear bumper and tailgate were gone, and the driver’s side rear tire was shredded due to the fact that the wheel well bulge was mashed flat against the tire. But as bad as that was, the front was worse.
The entire front bumper and trim panels were gone. And I now knew why my efforts to correct the spins were for naught. I had nothing left to correct with.
The driver’s side tire, wheel, shock, tie rods, etc., in other words, the entire front suspension, were all gone. Just a big empty hole where it used to be. And the passenger side wasn’t much better. Although the tire and wheel were still there, it wasn’t really connected to anything, but just hanging there at an angle.
By this time this adrenaline rush had kicked in, so I sat down on the railing ledge, before I fell down. As I waiting for everyone to show up, I took stock of myself.
I had a splitting headache and a real egg-sized goose egg on the side of my head. But other than that and some bruises on my chest from the shoulder harness, I seemed to be OK. My next though was ‘concussion’, but I wasn’t showing any signs, at least yet.
BTW did you know you can check yourself for a concussion, at least one on the side of your head?
Close both eyes and then open one eye and then close it and open the other. If you see a difference in the brightness between the two eyes, there’s a good chance you have a concussion.
And the paramedic reluctantly agreed with my diagnosis, although he still wanted to take me to the hospital. I told I would still be in the area for a while, and if I felt worse I’d have it checked out.
My idea was that after I got the remains of the truck towed in, and settled all the paperwork, I’d get a ride to the Lafayette airport, rent a car, and continue on to Birmingham to my mother’s.
Finally getting to the airport, I called Jan, told her what happened, got her to stop crying, and told her to meet at the airport Sunday afternoon (this was Friday afternoon).
Then while they were getting my car ready, I went to the airport restroom to freshen up. I had some band aids in my bag that I figured I put on the bump. It must have been pretty obvious since the car rental lady kept looking at me, and twice ask me if I was sure I was alright. And I noticed as I was crossing the concourse that other people were kind of staring too.
Getting inside the restroom, I went to the mirror to take a look.
Now you would think that somebody – the bystanders, the police officer, the paramedic, or the tow truck driver who I rode with – that somebody would have told me that the entire side on my head, my shirt collar and sleeve, and the back of my shirt, were all caked in very red dried blood.
I looked like an extra from Night of the Living Dead.
Grabbing a bunch of paper towels, I got all the blood off the side of my head and put a couple of bandages on the lump. I couldn’t do much about my shirt, so I just got a windbreaker from my bag and put it on to cover my shirt.
The rest of my to trip to Birmingham and back were uneventful. Thank goodness.
When Jan met me at the airport on Sunday we drove back over to the storage yard so I could get some things out of the truck.
Jan took one look at the pile of pieces and started crying again.
I almost did too.
I really liked that truck.
So that’s my saga of the Atchafalaya River Bridge.
But our trip today was much more uneventful. Even going through Baton Rouge was a breeze.
We got into the RV Park at the Hollywood Casino about 1pm, and after a lot of rigmarole, finally got parked and set up.
Since this blog ran so long, I’ll save the rest for tomorrow.
Tomorrow we’ve got a 145 mile trip to the Gulf Shores State Park in Gulf Shores, AL where we’ll be for the next week.
Really looking forward to it
August 1, 2017
More ‘Q’ . . .
Recapping yesterday.
We were out the door about 9:30 and heading about 100 miles south to Birmingham, with our first stop about 11:30 at the Golden Rule BBQ in Irondale.
We’ve been eating here for more than 45 years, but we’re still youngsters as far as the restaurant goes. Since it opened in 1891, it’s been around for more than 125 years, the oldest continuously-operating restaurant in Alabama.
It started out as a roadside stand selling BBQ to people on the way to Atlanta . . . by horse and buggy! And when automobiles came along, they did auto repairs on the side.
The roadside stand was replaced by an actual restaurant building in the late 30’s, and then the present building was erected in the 50’s when they widened the highway,.
We both had a sliced pork sandwich, mine with a cup of their famous Brunswick Stew, and Jan’s with fries.
I also got mine with half ‘Outside Cut’ or ‘Bark’. That’s the darker area of the meat on the sandwich. That gives it a bite, a crunch, with the char really adding to the taste.
From 1993, after my father died the year earlier, I drove up from Houston to Birmingham every month for 12 years, to look in on my mother, getting her groceries, taking care of any repairs, etc.
And I always had lunch at Golden Rule while I was out shopping.
After lunch we drove around for a while, checking all the places we knew that aren’t there any more. One thing we did do was to drive by my parent’s house in Mountain Brook.
My parents owned this place from 1972 until 2005, and it’s really a shame what the new owner(s) had done to the landscaping in the front yard.
Originally there were big tall oak and pine trees there, with a large flower garden underneath. Really beautiful in the spring. But now it’s just blah.
It’s about 3,000 sq. ft., with 5 bedrooms and 3 baths. The neat thing about the place is the garage on the bottom floor. Each side runs the entire length of the house, meaning that you could actually park 10 or 12 cars in there.
One thing I bet the new owners don’t know is that my father’s ashes were scattered in the rose garden there.
Out next stop was the McDonald’s behind what used to be Eastwood Mall.
At the time, in the early 70’s, this was the busiest McDonald’s in the country, believe it or not. They were one of the 3 test locations for the introduction of the 1/4 Pounder Hamburger, the first location to have Ronald McDonald Birthday Parties, and the first one to have a playground, in case, outside, on the left of the building.
For about 18 months in the 72-73 time frame, Jan and I were the grill team here. I worked the grill and Jan did the buns. We got there at 11am after our classes and worked the lunch rush straight through until 1:30 or 2:00pm. Then we hung up our aprons and left. No mopping up, no cleaning. Just make a lot of hamburgers really, really fast, and then go home.
But just like my parent’s house, all the beautiful oaks and the garden/playground are gone. As is the original building, actually. Just stark and bare.
Later we drove out to the Center Point area where we lived two different time and also went to school. Then heading over to the nearby Trussville area and made a stop at a Books-A-Million so Jan could check on a couple of books.
While I was checking out the magazine section, I came across these two magazines telling you how you can start your own home business.
At least if you live in the right state.
Of course that may or may not matter to you.
A little later we drove over to our friend’s Bill and Carol Alverson to get together for dinner. So after catching up for a while, Bill drove us over to the nearby Jim N Nick’s BBQ.
So yes, we had BBQ twice yesterday. It doesn’t get much better than that.
The last time we ate at a Jim N Nick’s was in the Memphis area in 2015, and this one was just as good.
Jan had a Pig in a Bun Sandwich with Coleslaw, and a side of Mac N Cheese.
I had the 2 meat Combo, with Ribs and Pulled Pork, along with BBQ Beans and Collard Greens.
Very, very good.
Afterwards we went back to their house and spent the next several hours catching up. Back in the 70’s, Bill and I were both Broadcast Engineers at WBIQ TV and WENN radio here in Birmingham, so it was great to talk over old times.
And Jan and Carol had a great time comparing booklists of their reading likes.
Finally about 10pm we said our goodbyes and made the two hour trip back to Athens, finishing up a very nice day.
Now back to today.
After our long trip yesterday, we goofed off this morning, not doing much of anything.
I did bring my Garmin 1490LMT GPS in from the truck and tried to update it. And tried. And tried.
It got about halfway through the 2+ GB download and then died. When I tried to restart it, the program said that Garmin was having server problems. So I kept trying for the next several hours until it finally started back up again and I got the update completed.
About 4:15 we drove over to my Aunt Virginia’s house to take her out to dinner. I’ve always called her ‘Ninny’, since when I was really little I couldn’t say Virginia, so I shortened it to Ninny.
We headed over Rosie’s Cantina in Huntsville, another of our favorites, as well as Ninny’s.
Jan and Ninny both had the Pollo Loco Grilled Chicken Breast,
while I had the Spicy Beef and Cheese Stuffed Chile Relleno.
Both delicious as always.
Not sure what’s on tap for tomorrow, but we’ll figure something out, I sure.
August 1, 2018
Where’s My Beignets?
I’m still waiting for the last offer on the house. He was supposed to have in to me today, but nothing so far.
If I don’t hear from him by tomorrow, I’ll be ready to wrap this up fairly quickly. I’ve still got to track down a real state lawyer to look things over first, so hopefully tomorrow on that too.
Karma and I are doing OK with Jan gone, though for some reason Karma thinks I should be up and feeding her by 7am like Jan does.
Not gonna happen. She can wait for 8am, just like I do. it’s not like she’s going to waste away.
I spent most of the morning at work updating the catalogs and the website for all the new prices that came in. It seems like everyone raises their prices in August for some reason.
I’m going into my client’s office tomorrow to help out since he’ll be at the VA tomorrow for some tests. Not sure if I’ll be going in on Friday or not since I had some things I was going to do tomorrow while I was off.
While we were passing through the coffee section in WalMart yesterday, Jan and I spied a can of Café Du Monde coffee.
We’ve had hot coffee and warm, powdered sugar-covered beignets several times at the Café Du Monde on Jackson Square in New Orleans, so this can brought back memories. So I grabbed a can to bring home.
We used to always finished our meal with Café Du Monde coffee at the old Mulate’s in Breaux Bridge. But somewhere along the line, probably when the new owners took over and renamed it Pont Breaux, they switched brands, and it’s just not the same.
So this morning I brewed up a pot using the same proportions I always use for our regular brands. Wrong. This stuff is strong! Where my normal brew comes out a dark caramel color, this was BLACK. And STRONG.
So strong that I had to double up on my creamer. But it was good!
Now all I need are some beignets.
August 1, 2019
Drip, Drip, Drip . . .
Not much of a blog today, because I spent most of the day at Lowe’s and Home Depot.
When I got up about 7am and walk out of the bedroom, my feet went squish squish on the carpet. The area at the bottom of the bed was soaked. So after I fed a very demanding cat, I got my flashlight and went to look for the problem. And since this had happened before back in 2015, that’s where I started.
And it was the same fitting that was leaking last time.
Last time I disconnected the fitting and wrapped it with Teflon tape and tightened it down. And the leak was gone. But 4 years later, it was back.
But when I tried to tighten it some more I could feel the connector was cracked inside, and it started leaking a little more. At this point I slipped on some pants and went outside to turn off the park water. Coming back in, I opened the bathroom faucet to bleed off the water pressure.
During one trip to Lowe’s and two to Home Depot, trying different ideas to make a new connection without using the PEX tubing/connectors that required a special tool and crimps.
Finally I found some flexible vinyl tubing of the right size, capable of 225psi @ 150° so it should handle the water pressure and temps of the shower. So then I used 2 of these PEX connectors,
the tubing, and a couple of clamps to make up a new flexible connection, rather than the old rigid one.
Hooking it up, I turned on the RV water pump for a couple of minutes. And I did have a small leak on the upper connector, but after tightening it a couple of more turns took care of that.
I will leave the shore water off for a couple of days, using the rig water pump so if it starts leaking in the middle of the night, I won’t have to get dressed to go outside and turn it off.
August 1, 2020
There’s Always A Way . . .
I was talking the other day about the new NBC Peacock streaming service which looked interesting, with some old TV shows we might be interesting in binge-watching. But in looking further into the service, I found it was not available on either our Samsung Smart TV or our Amazon Fire Stick. and it’s also not available on the Roku unit, one of the most popular streaming devices.
Well, as it turns out, we’re all in the middle of a turf war between big corporate media giants, fighting over show rights.
But there’s always a way. And a little Googling showed me how to do it. Using a technique called side-loading, it just requires downloading a new app, which then lets you download a specially-prepared Peacock apk file, which can then be installed.
And so now I have the Peacock app on our Firestick.
Right now we just using the free version, but after we check it out for a bit, we might upgrade to the $4.99 per month Premium version.
August 1, 2021
Re-Hosing?
After we sat outside with our coffee this morning I got started rewiring (rehosing?) our Hibiscus watering system. I’d been wanting to make it a little more automatic.
The first thing I did was to get rid of the old yellow kitty litter bucket and set up a 10 gallon garbage can with a plastic lid and a bigger pump. The previous version worked just fine for the two weeks we were gone on our Illinois/Alabama trip, but I wanted to upgrade it a bit.
The bucket gets refilled regularly by the timer and the submersible pump, controlled by a computer-switch, feeds out to the system.
Then the first stop is a 3-Way ‘T’ that feeds up to the Flamingo Birdbath to keep it filled.
The last stop was a “Y” feeder to a pair of adjustable sprinklers for the Hibiscus Tree.
They’re adjusted so that between the two they completely cover the area of the pot, rather than just watering in one area.
Later in the afternoon Jan and I had a late brunch over at the Denny’s on I-45. And as usual, we had Angie, our regular server, who has been our server for long enough that she knows exactly what we want without us having to actually order it. Our usual Ultimate Omelet with Fruit and a Grilled English Muffin.
A little bit of everything, with Cheese, Tomatoes, Onions, Roasted Red Peppers, Ham, Bacon, and Sausage. The cooks here really know how to make an omelet.
Then after a quick HEB stop we were back home by 4pm.
Thought For The Day:
Have you ever just looked at someone and knew the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead?
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