Little House Meets Mrs. Clean!

Yesterday, I spent the day fixing the piece of equipment that broke on Friday. I had to go to town, get some angle iron, some wood, and a couple eye bolts. Then I came back and had to drill holes in the angle iron and wood. I probably ruined one or two bits before I thought to pour water on it to keep it cool. I even spot welded the eye bolts so the nut would not come off. Then I put the contraption together, adding a 2X4 to the back side to prevent what happened last Friday. Over-all, I think my repair was a nice piece of handy work. What was nice is hardly anyone was there and I could putter around the shop without interruption.

I finished it and then took it over and put it back on the piece of equipment. I then sat on the tractor for the remainder of the day. It, with a 100 degree blast furnace searing down on me, combined with the dust I stirred up, was not the most ideal type of work to do yesterday.

When I got home, I found a clean house. It was not those fabled house cleaning elves that had finally shown up, even though I have left honey and acorns out for them, instead, my sister-in-law had come up to help Cora clean house. I believe she is the only one of the family that got the clean gene. The two of them worked hard to deep clean the house yesterday, and it looks wonderful! I cannot stress too much that they did a fabulous job. Cora and I have attempted to clean before, but it had never looked this good! Emily, you are the best! Thank you!


And now for the off the wall picture of the day:

this is of Cora in the C-119 at Castle AFB Museum. Note B-36 in background.

Crap or Shit?

Is Crap a bad word? I have more than passing interest: as a substitute teacher it has come up on more than one occasion. Sometimes it is because students tattle on others for saying the word, others because I have accidentally used the word. My use of the word is usually, depending on the grade of course, followed by, “He said a bad word!” Of course, I mention that there are worse words and it really depends on usage and placement in a sentence…I am not sure the kindergartners get it. Today, it wasn’t my fault. “Mr. Huffman!!! Mr. Huffman!!! (So and So) said a bad word!!!” What did he say? “It starts with a “K” and means poop!” I looked at the culprit. He shrugged. I looked at the tattler, I said, “Well, it depends on usage. …and besides, it’s spelled with a ‘C’.”

I don’t really know what we are doing this weekend…we will probably work on the house. But, who knows, maybe we will take the dogs for a ride. Let them run free. They enjoy that kind of stuff.


Below is a picture of me sitting in a "Dollar Nineteen" or the C-119. This particular 119 is at the Castle AFB Museum. The 119 was also described as 400,000 rivets flying in loose formation. This picture is about 4 years old...give or take about three days. I have posted on my other site, for those of you interested in local crashes. The latest is on a B-24D that crashed near Spokane. You can find it here.


Oh, and not that I am counting, but this is my 100th post!!!!