The brand new muffler on my tractor blew apart today. Lots of backfires and pops caused it to happen.
Glad to be home.
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Lightning Strike
- BIG strike either on the property or very close by.
- Scared the crap outta everyone here.
- Andy heard the gas computer crackling immediately after the strike.
- Power went out immediately.
- The power company guys were on the scene when it happened. Lunch break!
- Lucky us, they checked all of our transformers and then figured it was a off site breaker and they took off to fix it.
- 5 minutes later the power was restored.
- Gas computer booted back up properly! YAY!
- Pump 3 was fried. 1 out of 4 down? I can live with that for a while.
- I grabbed the special screwdriver that allows me to access the pump guts and disconnected all the power wires in sequence and reconnected them in reverse order. Pump 3 restored to service! YAY AGAIN!
- Big rainbow behind us now.
- Glad that I was home for this and I’m glad that it’s over now.
Ronnie Reagan!
I’m done.
I’ve walked as much as I’m going to walk. I’ve traveled as much as I’m going to travel. I’m done for this trip, except for the way home.
Cute
More graveyard pictures
We added more pictures in the “Vacation” tab. Enjoy.
Vacation is wearing thin about now, for me.
I’m thinking of home more about this time. I always felt that this would happen since this is the longest vacation we’ve ever taken as a married couple. Ten days was the longest before this.
I’m also thinking of my Jeep, my bike, and Erin. Not necessarily in that order. Erin has a iPhone now and we have been chatting on occasion. She’s cute on the phone.
We return home sometime Tuesday. See you then.
Not sure if this works, but
It’s worth a shot.
Nice dinner along the canal.
We had our laundry done today and it was just up the street from the red light district, a truly dingy and sad place. I had to walk back thru there several times to get the feel of the place. Yep, dingy and sad.
We had dinner at the same canal-side restaurant where we had lunch at an earlier day. I had steak and Nina had a rack of ribs that had to cause the slaughter of dozens of pigs. she ate it all. A couple of cups of coffee later, we headed back to the hotel.
The house that Dad was raised in.
So today we rented a car, a VW Golf to honor Carl and to annoy Ed, to head to Sint Jacobieparochie to try to find the house where Dad grew up. We drove around town for some time and headed out to the dike area to sightsee and hike a bit before tackling the job of figuring out which of the many was Pake and Beppe’s house. We had lunch at a restaurant on the inner dike and each had the Indonesian omelet that the owner recommended. Absolutely wonderful! Coffee and ice cream after lunch and we were quite sated, food-wise.
A toilet stop was mandatory at the end of the meal and I was greeted in the men’s room by a HUGE penis. Did I mention that this was an Indonesian restaurant? The penis was attached to an old statue. The door was to the right and penis stuck out past the wood edge beam.
The picture below was taken by Mom or Dad, and was very misleading as to the actual building. The brick in this picture shows as being darker than any on the street where they lived.
I finally narrowed down to the one pictured and had it confirmed by the current owner. As you can see the bricks are lighter than the above picture and the windows are different. The owner was very nice about our stopping by and confirmed that this was the house owned by the Post family. He had changed the windows 20 years ago when they bought the house. and he remembers the name of the former owners.
Anyway, there it is.