Running at Wide Open Throttle

After a long wait, I got out on the water for a test today. After installing all the new parts to assure it would pump water, make spark, and run as it should, I took it out for a run. The compression tester from Harbor Freight must be crap because it said it had a pressure of 47 on each cylinder. The little engine started so easily, I thought it must not be true. After the Seafoam shock treatment, the exhaust dumped a lot of dissolved oily residue that it appears was just the nature of the treatment on the gunk in the exhaust system. I found some evidence online that this was what happened and it was suggested on a Facebook forum for these engines. The little engine spun up to full power and pushed my Jon boat up to 16 mph. I guess it couldn't be low compression. Now my next move is to clean up and paint the cowling and add the fresh decals. I didn't opt for the authentic set for that model year. I just got some that were a generic Evinrude 9.9.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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