OK, after 10 minutes of trying, I can’t get the thrice damned lawnmower to start. The presence of blackness on the exhaust and down the side of the mower where the exhaust spits out, as well as the fact that the pump primer seems to be pumping air into the thingy would lead me to believe that I have a hole in my fuel line. 
I wonder if its big enough to put a match in.
So, I mentioned that I needed to get the heater fixed, and lo, I got the heater fixed. The HVAC guy, Chuck, just took off.
I was working at the time on a blissfully slow day (next week will be hellweek at work, so this is the calm before the storm, evidently), and was able to sit outside and shoot the shit while he worked. Turns out, the problem was that the intake on the unit itself was all clogged up with 10 odd years of dust, so not enough air was making through to the whatsit, and it was going into thermal meltdown, or something. Those are technical terms, now, so I don’t expect all of you to understand.
We had to take apart the attractive fence blocking access to the thing, which was fun. Now I have to either put the thing back together again (Daco, looking at you) or leave it sitting in my yard as is my redneck wont.
As we were talking, I mentioned how the letter I got was kinda irritating me. He told me he knew all about medical bills, that his first wife died of cancer about 6 years ago.
We talked for a bit of loss, and life, and how things keep going. He was (as is everybody else) amazed that it was just last November, and that it was so sudden.
We talked of the experience of feeling somebody thats dead. Feeling them in a way that you know isn’t in your imagination, but in a way that you couldn’t possibly expect somebody else to understand.
He wound up getting married again, and we talked about how thats going, loving somebody else when you still have a first love. He says it works out pretty well, but I still have some reservations.
Still tho, its amazing seeing the kind of things that happen. Its hard to believe in coincidences when they hit so close to home like this.
The bill was nice and cheap too. Heaters workin fine!
Every year, we get birds nesting in our attic vents. Normally, we don’t notice until the bastards have already laid their eggs, and being the sentimental loser that I am, I can’t stomach pitching the little things from the rafters into their doom on the cold hard concrete of the driveway, which means we get to have a few months of birdy chirping waking us up at 7 AM.
They can’t get into the attic proper because of the mesh wiring behind the vents, but that doesn’t stop em from getting into the vents. I have had a hard time finding options for keeping the bastards from nesting there, other than putting ugly wiring all over the top of our house. Not a good thing.
Sooo, I seem to have a couple of choices. I can buy an attic cat, and just let it loose up there (or maybe some attic snakes), but I don’t see that turning out well. I can go up every day and get rid of the nests they’ve made, but that would go against my basic laziness, and navigating in the attic is difficult on account of all the crap I have up there. I have a lot of crap.
So, I’m, once again, appealing to the hive mind of the intarweb tubes. Would mothballs work? Maybe an automatic flamethrower? Mousetraps?
Robots?
What is going to tell these birds that my attic is spoken for?
When your toilet starts talking to you, you know it’s time to make your once yearly date with this fine fellow.
You readin’ this, Bos?
OK, when I woke up this morning the house was 57 degrees. Its set to 69. Uh, thats like, a bunch of degrees.
I’d figure it out, but with as cold as my brain is, I keep coming up with watermelon being the answer.