Random Rumbling........
 

I just turned 64. I don't need any more tools. A guy that I have known for decades called and said his grandpa, 98 years old, is dying. He has a bunch of old tools to get rid of. Turns out that I knew his grandpa decades ago. He was a welder at the old Fisher Body plant that I worked in as a pipefitter for a year or so back in the late seventies. I ended up buying 5 old hand built tool boxes full of stuff. Some good stuff, some junk. Been sorting and cleaning stuff for a few days. I will never use most of this stuff, and don't even know why I bought it. Just got me thinking about all the stuff that I have accumulated over a life-time and what is going to happen to all of it when I die. In this stuff, there are hand-written notes, burn permits, small diagrams of things that he built, and lots more. Kind of sad to see the way his life is ending. The guy was an exceptional welder, as I remember him. I can't think of anyone that will want all of my junk. Tools, cars, Harleys, car parts, Harley parts, tons of hardware. Guns, knives, ammo should sell pretty good though. The wife is going to have a hell of a time just figuring out what is here.

Agree Tony
I've been thinning out my shop stuff recently...just don't feel like wrenching much anymore.

I rode my motorcycle out to a friends place today. I've know him for almost 50 years. he will be 80 in October. He is
almost dead. Won't be here much longer. He has an interior shop. Been doing it since 1958. His dad worked at Buick Engineering, doing all the show and concept cars interiors, from the early thirties until he died. He has done cars from all over the Country. He did my 34 Ford, the last car that he has done. He has a son that is around 50. Has no interest in his cars and parts or his tools. He says he will just say good by and leave everything to the son to sell as he sees fit. Not much else he can do. I suggested he call the local high school and see if they want anything. They don't. He told me to go out to the shop and take anything that I want. All I wanted was a poster that he made back in 1961.

At the young age of 39 I think about this... never had any kids. At my current age, don't want any. No siblings. It's the end of the road with me. I think when I get to a certain point, I will just sell everything and leave, become a ghost.

I wish I had my fathers tools. He passed away when I was 7. My mom let my uncle talk her out of them, guess my 3 cousins will get them when he goes. My dad was part owner of a gas station for a while. Then he was a test engineer for General Dynamics so he had a pretty good collection. Oh well, I've been accumulating tools since the late 60's. Our son will get them eventually but he already has a pretty good collection.

Hank, your dad must have been a very talented man. I am always interested in talking to the older generation guys like him. Just might explain where you got all your talents from. Hope that Henry is doing the same. Do the cousins use the tools? I would be checking with them to see if there are any tools that you dad may have hand-marked with his name or initials. I would love to have something like that from my Grandpa. Not my dad, I hated his mean old drunken ass.

I know quite a few if not all his hand tools had his name or initials stamped in them. Don't really know where they are now but you're right. I should find out what's left and where they are.

Oh, happy birthday. Damn, you're getting old. I already am old, just turned 66 last month.

Running right with y'all...I'll be 66 in Oct. :(

I didn't realize that you are that young. Explains all of your ambition. you always have a lot going. You must have gotten involved with cars because of you dad? Good choice on not having kids. I felt the same way, but there was this waitress at one of my local watering holes, annnnnddd she had a nice ass. Good looking too. All the sudden BLAM, I'm going to be a daddy! About 40 years ago.

My insurance company has been sending me letters about getting a "wellness exam" for a while now. Finally decided that I would go to the saw-bones and see if he can do something about my prostate thing that is going on. It's like they used me for all those prostate commercials on TV. Was on hold for over twenty minuets and can't get in the office for about 5 weeks. I hate going to the doc.

Prostate Cancer is beatable but hope you dont have it , I have a check up coming up , I look forward to one day hearing Im Cancer free .

I hope so too Flash. Been doing some reading on it. I have only a few of the symptoms though. I hope like hell that your checkup has very good results.

Last one was good , did not do the Robotic surgery .

Henry has an old Ford 8N tractor. Broke the coupler between the drive shaft and rear end. Only way to get one is salvage, he found a guy not too far from here that had one. He said this guy was really something. In his 70's been fixing and restoring old tractors his whole life. Several poll barns full of tractors and parts. He really enjoyed talking to the old guy as he showed him his collection. Wish I had gone with him. I like talking to those kind of guys. They have some real skills and are happy to talk and show you around.

Oh, missed the post on the prostate issues. Hope all goes well John and Tony.

Made some bread pudding yesterday. Turned out pretty good. Just might have eaten too much though. Kathy's mom fell down again and had to call the "help I've fallen and can't get up" people. They called the paramedics. Kathy looked at the camera and hauled ass out there. Mom seems to be OK.

Absolutely have this car sickness thanks to my dad. Been in the garage with him since I could walk.

Hilarious about the waitress... I have done the "waitress diet." Keeps me thin by cutting down on the places I can eat. Just dumped one last week. I worked on her car all day Tuesday, call her to say it is done. She has me go get her from a bar. After texting her that I had arrived and getting no reply, I walked in to see her kissing some guy. I threw her keys at her and walked home.

Marriage and relationships are a joke for us younger folk.

I would have liked to seen the look on her face when she saw the keys coming at her! Laugh my ass off! I have a million stories from back in my wild days about waitresses. I always used the "cat litter-underwear" test. If the litter was unclean and there was underwear on the floor, they were a pig!

If they have a cat, I am done right then and there. I love animals, but cats are just nasty.

"You know what this house is missing? A box of shit! Let's get a cat." :rolleyes:

Being a car guy, I always check how they take care of their vehicle.

I feel the same way about cats ,dont want that kind of Pussy in my house .

I dont have mice..rats..spiders or any other critters that dont belong
in my house.....Want to know why.!
THE CAT WONT ALLOW IT.

They have their points. I would have one but wifey is allergic to pet hair.

Heading to the heart Doc again in the morning. Stress test. Hearts been acting stupid again.

Good luck Tony .

Thanks John. I should breeze right through it.

So what did the Dr. have to say other than you're a mean old S.O.B.?

You heard from Beckman? Hope he didn't fall off the edge of the earth. Guess I'll send him a text and see what he's up to.

Lynda goes in for foot surgery Monday morning. Oh boy, I get to wait on her for a few weeks. At least 2 weeks of non-weight bearing on that leg.

Had the test last week and they haven't called me. Good sign. I see the Doc next week.

Haven't heard from Ric. He is "protesting" me, due to the non-working clock episode.

Tell Lynda good luck. Best thing you can do is break that stinkin vacuum cleaner just before she goes in for the surgery. I hate using them.

Vacuum cleaner , what the Hell is that ?

Yellow Jackets kicked my ass good today. I was working on loading a huge stack of firewood on the trailer today. Moved a log and those bastard attacked me. Stung at least 20 times. Hauled ass into the shop and they followed me in! Whacked me a few more times before I could kill all of them. Not much fun.

Them Bastards are relentless , go burn Em.

I'm going in for the kill this morning. The stings still hurt like a bitch.

Ouch, they are nasty. Most bees, hornets, wasps are no where near as aggressive as yellow jackets. Doesn't take much to piss them off.

It is a primitive machine, designed by some sadistic bastard, that is made too short for anyone over 5 feet tall to push around. Also known as a "back killer". Makes a horrible noise that makes one of my dogs attack it and the other one head for the hills when it starts.

I poured a couple of gallons of gas on the bastards this morning. Read that the fumes will kill them. What the fumes didn't kill. I shall finish the job. They are now my mortal enemies. Went to the hardware and picked up 4 cans of spray. Found a huge nest hanging off the back of the shop. I attack them at sunrise tomorrow. After reading up on them, I now know why they followed me into the shop and just hammered me. When they sting, the venom gives all the other bastards a "target". I was the target. The stings still itch!

Got the shot in my knee this morning. Soon, I'll be able to flat out outrun the bees.

I hope you can but would hope you dont need to . The damn wasps here in my shop stung me on the lip twice and I was not near a nest or bothering them . I declared war and so far Im winning . Lowes had their wasp spray on sale for $1 per can , I bought 50 cans and started at the shop and then all around the house . Im still well stocked .

I blasted the hanging nest until it was soaked yesterday morning. They started coming out so fast I couldn't keep up hitting all of them. Got what I could, then hauled ass out of there. They chased me back into the shop again. I'm fixin to suit up and head out right now with a couple of cans of spray.

There is that, then the handle on the dishwasher broke on Sunday. Took it apart, no fixing it so I went online and ordered one right away. So I get to wash dishes once the dish washer is full. Lynda is using a walker to get around, she and crutches don't get along too well. So I have to get her anything she needs, glass of water, ice for her foot, breakfast, lunch and dinner. Plus this and that. It's amazing how many things you get up and do or get for yourself when you can. I'm worn out just running around here.

I remember doing all that shit when Kathy had the arm surgery. I hated using that sweeper the most.

Back to the war with the bees this morning. I got most of them, but there are still two big chunks of the nest that have eggs in them. The bees are trying to protect them, but at the crack of dawn I'm going to stomp them into obviation. I ran out of spray, so it's all about the boots now.