Another week closer to harvest. This past week should be known as the week of forest fire smoke as visibility was down to about half a mile one day. It burned your throat when you were outside. Thankfully, the wind moved it away and we had a small shower. With smoke in the air the moisture adheres to the smoke particles and we can actually get some rain out of those conditions. Come on, Big Guy, send us some rain.
To those long suffering people who have followed my hoar frost calendar, I have trace rain marked on July 4 and 5 and a rain marked for July 11. The forecast has been out to lunch this year, so I put it in print with small hopes of being accurate. All signs fail in a drought and this year has been no exception. I can only record the hoar frost from last winter, I don’t have control of the rain. Only the Big Guy can send rain.
On the home front, my stupid remark that the truck project was falling into place has really put the hex on me. The throw out bearing and housing came. The transmission was back on. The shifting fork problem has been sorted out. The truck still would not go into gear. Taking off the clutch cover showed the problem. Pieces of clutch were in the bottom. Off came the transmission again, off came the pressure plate and there was the offending truck problem cause. Pieces of clutch were missing, the clutch was in bad shape. A new clutch has been ordered from Keranda. It is in Edmonton and will be here in two days. Please, Mr. Devil, leave me alone, let me get this truck out of my shop. You have had to have enjoyed all the bad words that came out of there. You have had your fun, now quit. Leave us alone.
On the house reno project, the mold resistant insulation is almost all installed in the basement and only a couple of sheets of the mold resistant gyprock need to be put on. We are almost done. I am currently looking for a replacement for that X-90 siding on the outside of the house. I refuse to follow the crowd and put on that plastic siding that will catch on fire at the drop of a hat. I have decided that I will fill in the small spaces around the new windows with something different. On the rest of the house, my plan is to paint the stuff to hide the spots where it looks like the chickens have been pecking. Ninety-year guarantee on the X-90 siding indeed. Huh! Where are they now?
On a personal note, I have the hall booked, the band is coming, the permit for the booze is done. Today I made arrangements to put ads in all the papers that take my column to advertise my first, last and only 70th birthday party July 25 in the Waseca Hall. I would like anyone who can to attend. This party is open to one and all. We have only one agenda and that is to have a good time. No presents please
In idiot news, some attention seeking jackass has been phoning bomb threats into WestJet airline. The airline goes into panic mode, the plane gets landed, luggage, everything gets searched. Passengers are stranded and if they had to meet another flight to get where they are going, they have missed it. Tickets will have to be changed. This is just a nightmare. This is not funny. The cops are supposed to be tracking the phone calls, but nothing yet. In this day and age,
how hard could this be? Six bomb threats already and counting. The first threat was a note in the plane's washroom. The suspect list should be really short. It either was a passenger on the plane or an employee. No one else has access. Then you cross reference that list with the phone number list and you should have the culprit. This guy is not going to stop until they catch him. Maybe if they put as much effort into catching this guy as they do seat belt enforcement, the guy would be in jail already.
Joke of the week: Near the end of a day, the teacher was teaching a lesson and she said “Whoever answers my next question right can go home early.” At that little Johnny threw his lunch bucket out the window. “Who did that?” said the teacher. “I did,” said little Johnny, “and now I’m going home early.”
