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How is your day shaping up today?

I’m actually having a good day today. I got up and feel very productive. I ate something good and now I feel like I can take on the world. My mom bought me some cool permanent sharpie
markers that are metallic. I’ll keep myself busy today with creating cool art. Hope everyone has a great day!
 
I took a bunch of garbage out of my old car (which is really in need of repairing) as a prep to getting it ready to take apart and fix up again. Well, found out the door creaked, so I went into the shed to get an oil can. I thought about using WD-40 but that tends to do more harm than good over time, so I took my great-grandfather's oilcan which has not been used in probably over thirty years and decided to fill it.

It was taken apart inside and there were pieces everywhere, which wasn't so good; I put the valve back together on the sliding part of the pump. It was all made of springs and ball-bearings which have to go inside a tube. Very simple but I had never figured it out before so it was news to me. When I filled it up with some oil, I could squeeze the handle & squirt a stream of 30-weight oil 15 feet. Not bad! I like the craftsmanship of old tools and it's always fun to take a bit of a family heirloom and make it 'go' again. Surprised it still had all the parts but it worked so I oiled a few things mostly because I was having fun.

The old car is probably what a lot of people would consider disposable, but I think the '93-'97 Corolla is worthy of its place in the pantheon of people's cars, alongside the Morris Minor, the Model-T Ford, the Citroen 2CV, the Austin Seven, the Beetle, the Ford F-150. I like working on it some, but I dislike the expense and the hassle of car ownership in general. Old cars are great fun to work on, to drive a bit on weekends, but I just plain hate cars. No the Tesla isn't what I'm looking for--I'd like something about like a kei car from Japan, something tiny and minimalist and most of all plain, slow, reliable, and very fun to thrash about on a logging-road. I'm dead tired of motoring by necessity, but I do enjoy driving for sport--My next car is going to be a little death-trap of a runabout built on a homemade clone of an Austin Seven frame, perhaps a scooch larger, on terrifyingly skinny tires with vague brakes and raw torque from a big electric motor straight into the differential. I want a real example of bugs-in-your-teeth motoring, 40mph feeling like going 110. Unfortunately the Corolla doesn't offer that but it is a lot more fun to drive than a modern sedan and besides I'm a bit sentimental about the old bomb anyway.

In the trunk of the car I found two old coffee-pots, one a really nice Sunbeam Coffeemaster electric from 1950, and the other an Ecko stainless 8-cup percolator probably from the late '50s to the '60s, with the $4 Goodwill sticker on it. So I decided I'll fix up my old Sunbeam for sale--and I made coffee in the Ecko which I am currently drinking.

It's raining outdoors and I think it's funny that my deeply conservative lifestyle and the Marxist theory on depersonalization which Girlfriend brings to the table actually go hand in hand. I, something of a mixed bag of leftist and change-hating "young fogey," am living the conservative dream here of patching up a saggy old car, living a grey spring day that smells of wet tweeds and motor-oil and almost corrosive black coffee. Meanwhile in her classroom Girl is learning various theories and the odd part is that the Marxist theory she's taken on is somehow a way to preserve good things. We discussed the culture of the poor, the eerily homogenous culture of the ultra-rich, the benefit to a life that isn't strictly defined by money, and we agree. This goes beyond ideologies and guesses, which all seem a bit silly in the face of Reality--this is something universal and I don't mean the flexible joints on a driveshaft.

Not a bad day so far but the laundry's a mess and needs done and I think I would like a bath.
 
I took a bunch of garbage out of my old car (which is really in need of repairing) as a prep to getting it ready to take apart and fix up again. Well, found out the door creaked, so I went into the shed to get an oil can. I thought about using WD-40 but that tends to do more harm than good over time, so I took my great-grandfather's oilcan which has not been used in probably over thirty years and decided to fill it.

It was taken apart inside and there were pieces everywhere, which wasn't so good; I put the valve back together on the sliding part of the pump. It was all made of springs and ball-bearings which have to go inside a tube. Very simple but I had never figured it out before so it was news to me. When I filled it up with some oil, I could squeeze the handle & squirt a stream of 30-weight oil 15 feet. Not bad! I like the craftsmanship of old tools and it's always fun to take a bit of a family heirloom and make it 'go' again. Surprised it still had all the parts but it worked so I oiled a few things mostly because I was having fun.

The old car is probably what a lot of people would consider disposable, but I think the '93-'97 Corolla is worthy of its place in the pantheon of people's cars, alongside the Morris Minor, the Model-T Ford, the Citroen 2CV, the Austin Seven, the Beetle, the Ford F-150. I like working on it some, but I dislike the expense and the hassle of car ownership in general. Old cars are great fun to work on, to drive a bit on weekends, but I just plain hate cars. No the Tesla isn't what I'm looking for--I'd like something about like a kei car from Japan, something tiny and minimalist and most of all plain, slow, reliable, and very fun to thrash about on a logging-road. I'm dead tired of motoring by necessity, but I do enjoy driving for sport--My next car is going to be a little death-trap of a runabout built on a homemade clone of an Austin Seven frame, perhaps a scooch larger, on terrifyingly skinny tires with vague brakes and raw torque from a big electric motor straight into the differential. I want a real example of bugs-in-your-teeth motoring, 40mph feeling like going 110. Unfortunately the Corolla doesn't offer that but it is a lot more fun to drive than a modern sedan and besides I'm a bit sentimental about the old bomb anyway.

In the trunk of the car I found two old coffee-pots, one a really nice Sunbeam Coffeemaster electric from 1950, and the other an Ecko stainless 8-cup percolator probably from the late '50s to the '60s, with the $4 Goodwill sticker on it. So I decided I'll fix up my old Sunbeam for sale--and I made coffee in the Ecko which I am currently drinking.

It's raining outdoors and I think it's funny that my deeply conservative lifestyle and the Marxist theory on depersonalization which Girlfriend brings to the table actually go hand in hand. I, something of a mixed bag of leftist and change-hating "young fogey," am living the conservative dream here of patching up a saggy old car, living a grey spring day that smells of wet tweeds and motor-oil and almost corrosive black coffee. Meanwhile in her classroom Girl is learning various theories and the odd part is that the Marxist theory she's taken on is somehow a way to preserve good things. We discussed the culture of the poor, the eerily homogenous culture of the ultra-rich, the benefit to a life that isn't strictly defined by money, and we agree. This goes beyond ideologies and guesses, which all seem a bit silly in the face of Reality--this is something universal and I don't mean the flexible joints on a driveshaft.

Not a bad day so far but the laundry's a mess and needs done and I think I would like a bath.

Just a tip, a little grease lasts longer on car door hinges than oil.
 
Just a tip, a little grease lasts longer on car door hinges than oil.
Now that I have plenty of. I've got about four pounds of grease laying around here for things like wheel bearings but I forgot you can put it on hinges--Great idea; I'll try that. Last thing I was doing with the grease was repacking a pulley on an '80s Deere tractor mower that belongs to my kid brother. (He did a very nice job fixing it, and is a sort of amateur blacksmith--Very clever too.)
 
Now that I have plenty of. I've got about four pounds of grease laying around here for things like wheel bearings but I forgot you can put it on hinges--Great idea; I'll try that. Last thing I was doing with the grease was repacking a pulley on an '80s Deere tractor mower that belongs to my kid brother. (He did a very nice job fixing it, and is a sort of amateur blacksmith--Very clever too.)

Sometimes it's just a little tricky to get the grease thoroughly into the hinges, that's easier with oil. But if you can get the grease into it, it usually lasts longer. I prefer grease.
 
Had a meeting with my psychologist today. It went really well. Also had a phone call with my doctor about medication. And I now have a couple of people (psychologist and social worker) fighting my corner for specialist autism help. Somewhat optimistic. But now exhausted.
 
It’s a perfectly gray day where I am. Pretty warm but there will likely be some rain showers soon. As much as I like the idea of the warm sun and it’s occasionally nice when it throws some sunlight onto my napping spot, I actually find it to be quite a sensory challenge. So these gray days are perfect for me.

Two out of several social commitments were canceled between yesterday and today
and I find that makes me extremely happy and relaxed.

There has been time to recharge and I will be able to move slowly through the day.

So, the day is shaping into somewhat of a smile.
 
Plenty of sleep, woke up feeling great. Full of energy, eagerly awaiting sunrise so I can start getting out and doing stuff.
 
My morning went fairly well. Did my morning routine. Tried talking to the health service again. Watched a really good movie. It was after that, that I had a bit of an episode while shopping with my uncle. I was spacing out to some degree and was a little jumpy. It ended up dragging on for a bit, bringing my mood down. But I feel myself coming back from it now.
 
Morning routines done. I have a small website to build today for a new customer. But my 99 year old grandmother is coming to stay for a few days. She arrives this afternoon and she will need attention, so I might struggle to get my work done. My routines and the home environment are all gonna be screwed up over the weekend too.
 
Uh oh. Couldn’t fall asleep and then I finally did two hours before get up time. Woke up without waking up at all. People have spoken to me today, but I didn’t even hear what they were saying. Mouths were moving and they were smiling, but I got nothing more out of the conversation.

Could be an interesting day. I hope my routines come through for me to help me make sense of the day one step at a time.
 
You should sleep well tonight then.
You have great faith that I will make it that far into the day without falling into a black hole. This is a one step at a time kind a day and you never know when one foot might go into a black hole and then I will have to follow it to get it back.
 
Friday. Wash day.

Thugs: "Wash day, nothing clean! Hey this guy looks short of a sixpack. Now give us your money!"
Naked man: "Your clodes. Gib dem to me. NOW!"

Another exciting date with me and General Electric. :rolleyes:
 
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I had a breakthrough today during my walk that got me seeing things that I wasn't paying attention to before. While I figure I still will have off days, I have come to the core of a nagging problem within myself. I was ignorant of my problems and trying to hide from them. Not to say what I have brought up isn't true. But I have had a victim mentality that blinded me from reality.

I'm feeling great about myself now. And hopefully, this will also put me in a mindset that'll help with my Aspergers too.
 
It's doing well so far. My mental health is much better than the past few days, my grandfather is out of the hospital and I should be getting a new pair of glasses arriving next week.
 

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