I meant to get up a bit earlier and get the winter treads off my truck this morning. My wife decided to go with me, though, and by the time we both made ourselves presentable, we decided to have a late breakfast at Bob Evans. Since the old man died, it seems the quality has gone down and the prices have gone up. We won’t be going back for a while.
When we got to the tire dealer, I decided to store the winter treads for next winter instead of retiring them to the tater patch. I’ve got a new set of studded tires already in storage there, but they’ll hold okay. I looked around the lot and found a small handful of wheel weights in the cracks of the concrete. Probably enough for a dozen balls for my muzzleloader. I recently managed to get a .500 mold for my .54 smooth-bore rifle, so I won’t be buying the lead balls for it anymore. I went with a smoothbore so I could feed it lead, ball-bearings or even bolts if things got desperate. Also, it can serve as a 28 gauge shotgun. The only thing that would make it a better survival gun would be if it was a flintlock.
The truck ran SO much quieter when I left the tire shop. Not only are my winter treads studded, but they also have rough tread and are TEN PLY. The smooth six-ply summer treads are MUCH quieter on the pavement, and ride smoother besides.
I went to Wally World afterward to see if they’d found my phone where I’d left it on the toilet-paper dispenser in the bathroom yesterday. AMAZINGLY, someone had actually turned it in instead of stealing it. I was very thankful, since I’d given that number out on several job applications.
I then called and got an appointment tomorrow to get the air-conditioner fixed on my truck. They surely had a cancellation for me to get in that soon. My wife then called her brother to come out and put Freon (or whatever they use these days) in our home unit. She found out that he had to put down his dog of fifteen years today. He was already half-dead from a horrible cold and working too long of hours, and now he’s upset over his dog. Of course, THAT got my wife upset.
When we came home, she finally worked up nerve enough to have me read the information about how our two youngest granddaughters had basically been living ill-fed and ill-cared for with their mother in what is basically a crack-house. That REALLY upset her. At six and 14, they’ve become fairly adept at looking after one another, but thankfully, they’re currently living with my stepson and doing very well. Until the mother can pass a urine test, there won’t even BE any custody hearings. We’re praying he’ll get full custody when that does occur. Your continued prayers are solicited. © 2013