When four hours of fishing lasts 22 hours!

18 Jun 20

16:15 hrs

     Last Sunday my Friend from over the Hump and I headed out to drown a few worms. We had already tried twice to go but both times we had issues the motor/fuel that culminated in yours truly doing a whole bunch of rowing. After flushing the fuel lines and having the motor serviced we decided to risk the journey to out favourite lake once again. 

     An hour and a half after leaving the Wayward Inn we were backing down the ramp when my friend said, "I think there's a problem with your trailer!" We launched the boat and gingerly parked the trailer. Our inspection revealed that the wheel bearing had completely disintegrated. The grease cap had blown off and grease coated the wheel rim. Now, we knew we would have to fix it but we had worms to drown first. Four hours and about a dozen fish between us - we kept only four - we returned to our mechanical mess.

     We actually loaded the boat onto the trailer - why not as the wheel was still turning - and reparked the trailer on a semi level spot. We loosened the wheel from the hub and beat the split pin off of the castle nut. After jacking up the trailer we were able to remove the hub from the axle with the touch of a finger because the bearings were non existent. The only thing left were the sleeves from the inner and outer bearing races and the inner sleeve was seized on. For the next hour we tried to remove the ring with meager tools that were in the Ram. No joy.

     So, it was a half hour road trip to River City in the search for parts at the nearest Crappy Tire Store. 

     We would do two more trips back and forth from the lake to River City and by the end of the day the sleeve was still on the axle shaft. So, we took the motor off the boat and went home. 

     The next day we returned to the boat with more tools, a pair of jack stands and a cordless angle grinder. With the new tool the ring was quickly removed from the axle shaft. We tried the new bearings and...No Joy! They were just a smidgen too small in diameter. 

     Over the course of the day we made four trips from the lake to River City. On the penultimate trip we took the entire axle off the trailer to an rv marine shop and asked them to rebuild it. Compatible bearings were finally found at another outlet. After the rebuild we returned to the trailer, bolted the axle to the frame, added the tires and headed for the Wayward Inn. 

     I would like to thank my Friend from over the Hump for all of his assistance and for the RV shop for rebuilding the axle.

20 Jun 20

06:45 hrs

     Today, the Onion will be coming for supper at the Wayward Inn. It may be her last supper with us as she will be going home to her homeland. She hope's to return to the Great White North to continue her studies. Time will tell.

     Locally, there is still some snow high on the tops of the Beauforts but it is melting fast. There's still plenty on the glacier though. Construction of the latest seniors residence facility is progressing on a daily basis but there is still a lack of housing for our Residentially Challenged persons. For my own projects I have a wheelchair to fix, bearings on the Mobile Wayward Inn to inspect, a courier tray, a dual battery box and a coffin to build. The coffin will be for Mr. Teddy Buttnuggets. He's not doing so well and the vet has told us that the day will come. We don't know when but it will be sooner than later.

in the face of science...

10 June 20

08:30 hrs

     No apology.

     No acknowledgment of being wrong.

     No common dog.

     There is a contractor that I have been minding for the past six months. Now, he is a citizen of the Great White North but he is also a huge follower of the Tangerine Tyrant. I know it's weird but what are you going to do. This morning we were talking about coffee and I had mentioned that my friend, the Big Swede, makes this roof tar espresso that keeps us going all night when we are Out in the Weeds. The contractor emphatically stated that regular drip coffee has more caffeine than espresso. SAY WHAT?

     I quickly googled it and found that coffee has 40 mg of caffeine per cup and espresso has 212 mg of caffeine for the same amount. Five times the amount. A scientific fact. Did he believe me? Not a chance. I checked multiple sources. FDA, Canuck Food and Drug and others. They all say the same thing. But to him facts don't matter. Now imagine having to deal with the Sycophants over something important like Black Lives Matter?

22:00 hrs

     If you have been following the entertainment news lately the highly successful cable show COPS has been canceled after 33 years. At one time it was entertaining but now in today's climate it's time to call it quits.

     In a major northern Hugh-ess city a senior citizen was pushed backwards onto the ground where he struck his head. He lay bleeding from a head wound as the police marched by. There was no empathy from the Tangerine Tyrant either when he said that it looked as if the victim fell harder than he was pushed. Yeah, as if a 75 year old man goes around hurling himself to the ground in order to make the police look bad. 

     My Better Half and I walked over to a different book house to drop off some the peices from our little libraries and to see what it had to offer. I was impressed.  It's about four time the size of my book house. It has solar lighting but mine has shingles, a gutter, a rain chain, a sky light and a chimney (non-functioning). Mind you, I could see the larger one being built some day by the Wayward Inn. 

11 Jun 20

07:00 hrs

     The Beer Flu has now claimed over 130,000 victims in the Hugh-ess with 1,300+ falling on Tuesday. Yesterday's numbers weren't any better. Kind of scary as the Tangerine Tyrant pushes for more businesses to open. I can see our southern border remaining closed to all but commercial traffic. 

     Speaking of things Southern, last night the citizens in one southern state yanked down the statue of a Confederate general and the rebel flag has been band from being flown, sold or displayed at motor speedway. Additionally,  a 250 year old slave auction block has finally been removed from in front of a southern state capital. All of this activity reminds me of when The Wall fell in 1990/91 and how the citizens,  oppressed by nearly 50 years of being under the thumb of the Hammer and Sickle smashed the symbols of that regime. Of course, not all of the countries were fully freed of their chains. The great Motherland was quickly usurped by another tyrant who then squashed any hope of democracy for his own benefit. Look for the book Red Notice.

     Another great book to look for is American War. It's written by Egyptian Canadian Omar el Akkad. Set in the not so distant future, the Hugh-ess has erupted into a civil war over the use of fossil fuels. It's pretty compelling. 

12 Jun 20

04:45 hrs

     Good Morning Kidlettes! Did you get enough rest? I did but I should still be racked out. After getting up at this time several days in a row to be ready for work a person's internal clock kinda gets set to it. Then there is the massive rainstorm outside and household noises inside. With four other adults inside the Wayward Inn there is bound to be noises that may tip the scales towards.....screw it! I might as well get up! 

     Yesterday I said goodbye to the contractors and when I got home the Sr. Couch Monkey stripped the battery from his car. It had mysteriously died twice and since it was the original battery from 2013 it had to be changed. We went to Crappy Tire where he bought a replacement and once home we dropped it into place. No issues. All good. There is nothing wrong with twisting wrenches to bring people together.

     We're having the Onion over for supper on Saturday. She is still suffering from a vicious cycle of high anxiety followed by deep depression to the point where she is almost non functioning. As such, her parents are flying her home in two weeks. The Onion says that she will return to the Great White North but something inside of me says that her foray to the Western World will be done.

     Well Dear Readers,  the coffee is ready. Take care and enjoy your day.

Plain Olde Insanity

03 Jun 20

05:00 hrs

     There is no other way to convey my feelings of what has been happening in the Hugh-ess over the past few days but I will make the Grand Attempt.

     It would seem that basic human decency and common sense was not instilled, taught or issued to the police when in the course of the arrest of an unarmed African American, who was suspected in writing a forged cheque at a convenience store. This individual was removed from his vehicle and handcuffed behind his back. In the process of putting him into the patrol vehicle he collapsed - he had an underlying medical condition. Now, maybe the attending officers believed that this was a feint, I don't know. I'm sure they had seen every kind of dodge that there is but it was not an excuse for three of the officers to kneel on the individual, one of whom was on the guy's neck. For chrissakes, the man is handcuffed and lying prone on the ground. Where the hell is he going to go? The suspect passes out and dies enroute to a hospital. The suspect was black and the cops, three of them anyways, are white. 

     This tragedy followed on the heels of a black jogger who was pursued and killed by a retired cop because someone thought he was the perp in a string of residential break ins two weeks earlier. And another incident where a SWAT team broke down the door to an apartment and shot and killed an innocent black woman. Oops, sorry we had the wrong address. 

     These acts and others have galvanized the people of the Hugh-ess to fight for what is right. Fair and just treatment by law enforcement officials. It's bad enough that racism still exists in that country, or any country for that matter, but when scales of justice are tipped against a group of people simply because of the colour of their skin is it any wonder that they have said, "Enough is Enough!" 

     The riots and protests are into the 8th or 9th day now. And they have spread in solidarity to the Great White North and across the pond to the Olde Country. Through it all the Tangerine Tyrant has deflected and skewed the blame to anyone whose downfall would benefit his re-election. Empathy and open dialogue are not in his wheelhouse and the words spewing out of his face have caused even more harm to the point that mayors, police chiefs, governors and priests have all said that they wish he would just shut the hell up!

     I wish them well South of the 49th. It's their mess. They can clean it. I'm not saying we're not perfect either but we can all start by turning off the idiot box, put down the gaming system and get to know your neighbour regardless if they are white, brown, yellow or black. 

Summer's Approaching

23 May 20

08:00 hrs

     Things are certainly shaping up here in the Valley despite the threat of the Beer Flu. Buildings are being constructed, infrastructure is being maintained and people are starting to come out of their shells. The snow is melting on the Beauforts at an increasing rate. We've had rain too which is good as it will keep the threat of wild fires to a minimum. 

24 May 20

06:00 hrs

     We did some work around the Wayward Inn yesterday. The Couch Monkeys sifted and sorted a barrow full of earth taking out the stones and weed roots. We planted a clumping bamboo to block the view of the neighbour's houses. I tidied the shop, just a bit, nothing too crazy. I also tried out my new archery target. At fifteen yards I'm still grouping inside of a coffee cup. Well, mostly inside a coffee cup. The target itself stood up well to the twenty-four rounds I put into it. I'll have to try the compound bow next. I'll have to make sure I'm on target or I'll be sinking holes into the siding of the shop.

     Everyone else at the Wayward Inn is doing well and are chomping at the hope that things will get back to normal. It's not that we are so isolated but are more insulated from all things outside. Only one of us does the shopping at a time as opposed to my Better Half and I strolling through a grocery store. Specialty shopping is pretty much at a standstill. 

     The Tangerine Tyrant has demanded that places of worship be opened despite the fact that the state governors have said no. Some beaches and boardwalks have been opened for the Hugh-ess Memorial Day weekend. They have over 100,000 dead and more than 1.5 million reported cases of Beer Flu. Our numbers in the Great White North are not as bad except in la Belle Province and Ontariario. The numbers are still climbing in a spikey kind of way while across the Bald Prairies the numbers are starting to drop even in the Red Neck Province. 

     On a personal note, a long time friend of the Oma-nator has succumbed to the Beer Flu and his spouse has also contracted it as well. Both of them are in their nineties. When my Better Half and I were first informed of their diagnosis last week we knew that the countdown had begun.

08:45 hrs.

     The Wayward Inn is waking up. I'm reading a novel and listening to a radio station out of the Left Coast Pearl. It's a well established rock station. Queen's "We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions" is playing. A great song. Freddy sounds fantastic. But, I have to wonder is it only my generation that appreciates the current classic rock? I like the original classic rock, stuff from the 50's and 60's. It was current music when the Sages were kids and was the classic rock when I was a kid. Now the rock tunes I grew up with is the new classic rock. The funny thing is that the really old classic rock tunes from the Stones, Who, Doors, Guess Who, Led Zeppelin and other leaders in the field have stood the test of time and are now being enjoyed by the new generation of listeners. Take note that disco music is no where to be found and techno pop music, created without the aid of an actual musician or an instrument, is no where to be found as well. This makes my heart sing.

     The Left Coast Premier has asked the Yellow Yahoos from the province next door to avoid coming here for the long weekend as we do not need another spike in the Beer Flu. It was a polite way of saying, "Stay Home Assholes!". One individual, probably from Cowtown, who owns property near where the Sage's reside griped that Left Coasters should be grateful because so many Redneckers vacation on the Left Coast boosting its economy. He went on to say that as a land owner, albeit not a resident, he should be entitled to travel to his property whenever the hell he wants, Beer Flu or no Beer Flu. He added that if the Premier is going to be so rude then he will be looking to sell his vacation property immediately.  

     Sounds like some butt munch living south of the 49th in a big mausoleum. See ya later Chuckles.

26 May 20

21:00 hrs

     Today my Friend from over the Hump and I went back out to try our luck and once again the Merc ran for ten minutes and then died. This left me growing into the wind for forty minutes to make landfall. We loaded the boat and headed back to town. We dropped the Merc off at a Merc mechanic for him to have a look see. I got word back that it will need a carb job. I am also going to flush the fuel tanks and lines. Starting from scratch.

     Big news here in the Valley. Our old hospital will be converted into a dementia village. It will be the first on the Island and the second on the Left Coast. This is really great as it repurposes an older building, well at least part of it. I haven't seen the plans or an artists rendition but from what I have learned a dementia village is a gated town unto itself with facilities and activities for the residents. They can wander about inside the village but cannot get out. L'il Sis says that's good because now the Sage's can move closer to me.

Just another piss off!

17 May 20

07:30 hrs

     The other day my Friend from Over the Hump and I went fishing at our favourite spot. Prior to going out I had prepped the boat, serviced the engine and put in fresh fuel. I even ran the engine in a barrel and it started on the first pull. Once we got out to the lake we found our regular launch site was closed. Shuttered because of the Beer Flu. It was supposed to have been opened as of the 14th but the hosts were nowhere to be found. There will be more on that after I make a few phone calls. 

     So, my friend and I head over to another launch site where we find some - ten or so - young adults with tents and loud Contorted Rage Against the People muzak. We launched the boat, fired up the engine and set off. After zooming for about ten minutes I throttle back and slip it into neutral so we can rig our lines and that was it. The motor would not start. I checked everything I could think of. I thought maybe it was flooded and so we waited. No matter what we tried the motor would no catch. But we had come to fish. So, we cast our lines in the water and I rowed us about for a while. We left the lake an hour or so later. In the coming days I'll have to start with the basics and desnag the problem. 

09:00 hrs

     Chef Blaine is making scones with fresh rosemary.  He purloined some from the Jr. Loin Fruit's larder.. Tomorrow he's making cookies and is looking for something to cook in the smoker.

22:45 hrs

     The day is just about done. Chores were completed, meals made and consumed, my Better Half and I took the Oma-nator for a big push through the neighbourhood. 

We went all the way down passed the duck pond and back. A round trip of 45 minutes.        

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18 May 20

07:30 hrs

     It's quite obvious that I should not be trying to work on my blog before going to sleep. 

     On another note, the sun is shining brightly her in the Valley. It is a day to try and get some stuff done. Obviously, the motor will have to be looked at but I also want to finish off the archery target for the backyard and maybe clean up some of the shop. I'm sure that alone will make my Better Half happy. 

     One other thing I need to do is to start making boxes for Mr. Teddy Buttnuggets and Miss Maggy Baggybits. Both are currently in good health but one day they won't be. Before we adopted these to fuzzballs we had another Great Orange Beast. He was my Lobster's pet from when she lived in the Nation's Capital. He had fallen ill and had lasted well over a year longer than what the vet had predicted. But I knew what was coming and had built a box for him. He is probably still burried unless the current owners of our last residence have found his resting place.

     I was hoping to make some pork char sou. Basically, Chinese bbq'd pork. I have a pork shoulder that can be thawed out. Then, it will be into the dry rub and then glazed while being smoked. Mind you I might hold off and do it before I am to head out into The Weeds in a couple of weeks. I'm sure the boys from PBR STREETGANG will enjoy it. 

     It looks like it's time for another cup of joe. Take care Dear Readers and if you have a chance try this cookie recipe.

Peanut Cereal Stacks

smooth peanut butter                 1/2 cup

granulated sugar                         1/2 cup

evaporated milk                           1/4 cup

cornflakes                                2 1/2 cups

Mix and blend the first three ingredients until smooth. Add the cornflakes and coat evenly. Drop onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper.

Bake at 375° until browned - about 6 minutes.

Note - The original recipe says it makes 21/2 dozen cookies. That's bullshit. In my books a cookie should take at least two bites to eat so count on maybe 18 cookies if you're lucky. I always make a double batch. 

          - I also add shredded coconut, vanilla and sesame seeds just to shake things up.

What have you read lately?

11 May 20

07:30 hrs

     Hello Dear Readers, 

     Yes, the question for today is what have you read lately? Due to my working conditions of late I am able to monitor the contractors and read at the same time. My Better Half has tracked the titles of all the books she has read since completing her degree. She's gone through 190 books. As you know I'm an avid reader as well but I tend to read new books and then reread some of my old faves - I read Jaws when I was in Grade 7 - such the earlier Jack Ryan series by Tom Clancy. Recently my Lobster has set me onto Michael Connelly's Bosch series and Robert Crais novels. They take me about two or three days to read from cover to cover. If you were to look on my Facebook page you will find articles that I have shared from The Atlantic, The Washington Post and other notable literary sources. Take a look as you might enjoy them too.

     Chef Blaine has made a Jamaican jerk sauce and has applied it liberally to a spatchcocked chicken. Tomorrow it will be going onto the Flame Pit where it will he slow roasted and smoked. The Jr. Loin Fruit has asked if the sauce could be applied to his tofu. Sure thing son. Of course the Oma-nator took one look at the sauce and was very concerned that the entire chicken was coated with it. 

     "I don't want none of that stuff. Just give me a plain chicken leg,'" she moaned.

     Not to worry. Chef Blaine will wrangle up some plain old chicken parts and cook them so blandly that you will think you had died and gone to One Note Taste Bud  Heaven. 

     Has there been a rebellion by the Wayward Inn kitchen staff? Or more of a revolution? Or a bit of both?

     I want him to take some small scallops and thread them on a skewer before toasting them on the Flame Pit or turning an entire pork roast into some tasty char shui. Food with depth and flavour.

12 May 20

06:45 hrs

     Both my Lobster and I are off from work today. The Beer Flu has affected her schedule more than mine  but she is thinking that it won't be too long before she is back to the office five days a week. The one thing that both of us are looking for is the lifting of some of the restrictions so we can actually go out and do something. Anything. Anywhere. I'm sure all of you and your loved ones are in the same boat as we are. SQUIRREL!!

     At this point the three ring circus taking place south of the 49th Parallel in the Hugh-ess Capital is ramping up even higher. With more than 80K dead the Beer Flu has finally touched inside the Big House. I bet that gave the Tangerine Tyrant a time to pause at least for a moment before deflecting attention from his many failures.

     If things work out I'm going fishing with my Friend from Over the Hump. It will be an escape for the two of us. I'm sure that we don't care if we catch anything.  

     

The Cycle...

02 May 20

07:30 hrs

     Everything moves in cycles. Even cycles move in cycles. Have you noticed this at all Dear Readers? Let's go to the examples shall we...

     Everything that is animated on this solar orbiting orb has a cycle. The basic cycle is - BIRTH, EXISTENCE, DEATH. Of course this basic cycle can include the subset or tangent of PROPAGATION within the EXISTENCE portion of the loop. The death of some creatures are nearly part of the life cycle of another creature as in the hunted and hunter. Even the hunted plays a part in the cycle of the scavengers and whatever is left over goes back into nutrients for the plants benefit which in turn aids the hunted. And so on and so on. 

     People can get caught up in these cycles too. Remember when you were young or at least younger and you would hold back and toe the line all week until the weekend - or your shift days off - and then it was like monkeys escaping from the zoo. Party time! Over indulging in all the excess vices. Damn that felt good didn't it! As you drag your sorry ass back to work at the start of the following week. And as physically, mentally and possibly emotionally wrecked as you are the following weekend you'd be right back at it. Given'er till you dropped. 

     And some did. Come Monday ya look around at work and notice that Curtis or Mary didn't make it in to work. That's funny 'cause the last time you saw him/her it was when the party was just winding down...

     This Beer Flu has everyone operating in a new cycle and as maddening as it is - and trust me it is extremely maddening - and to quote Russel Buffalino, "It is what it is." Not in the context that he meant it, but you know what I mean. You have to protect yourself and those around you by following the advised protocols and you really have to really hope that your neighbours, your co-workers and all the people you come in contact with are doing the same. BE SAFE!

10:00 hrs

     It's raining here in The Valley, which is good as last month had been the driest in a dozen years. The rain is not needed for the lawns but for the forests.

03 May 20

06:45 hrs.

     Yesrerday, we bought some plants to brighten things up in the front and back of the Wayward Inn. Especially the front as the Oma-nator likes to sit out on the front stoop and watch the world go by. Knowing this my Lobster decided to put some splashes of colour out. Don't ask me what they are. They are plants that make the bees happy and the deer don't like to eat. A couple are viney climbing plants that are positioned to take advantage of the trellis I constructed last year. When it fills in it will shade the front stoop quite a bit.

     I just caught a bit on the news about some guy over in DimSum Land who has been jailed fifteen years for speaking critically about the Government on his blog. Wow! 

     Two quick points - 

     1) He should have known that he would be in trouble as ALL media platforms in that country are strictly monitored.

     2) Thankfully our government hasn't started hauling the critics in or I would be gone.

     Notice that I didn't say - I'm glad that our government is not monitoring our media platforms. I have no doubt that given just cause the duly elected democratic governments of the Western World can and do eavesdrop on our conversations. I would hope that's the case in the Great White North but have heard of long standing rumours that the National Snooping Agency in the Hugh-ess monitors all media traffic just like in some of the world's totalitarian countries. So, be careful of what you say about the asshole profiteers who are running your country because they may just be listening in.

11:00 hrs.

     Pah-puNK

     Pah-puNK 

     Pah-puNK 

     That is the sound the pop-o-matic makes when you are playing Trouble at the Wayward Inn. I lost the first game and kicked butt in the second game. Playing two games at a time is the norm unless I get my ass handed to me. Then, I just bail out. 

     The sun is out but more rain is expected today and tomorrow. The precipitation sure doesn't stop the construction of new hovels in the Valley. Since there has been no reason for any of us to cruise around town a lot of new builds have gone unnoticed. There appears to be four or five new multi-family units just on the edge of the downtown core. In another location a duplex has been built where a single family home went up in flames. Even on the site of a huge fire (suspected to be Jewish lightening) that took out a multi-million dollar home a new residence is now nearing completion. 

     Pah-puNK!