More Homeless than Homeless

You know that homeless guy in St. Chrysostome? He's now a star on homlessnation.org. Take a look at the link below.




http://homelessnation.org/en/user/174

NOT QUITE RIGHT!!

I came across this sight last weekend. Two questions sprang to mind right off: Why? and How?

Done Freed It.

It took half a day to free the Pooper. Then it stayed sick in the garage for a couple of days. Yet still the diagnosis remains uncertain. So far no go.

Don't Feel So Bad

My Pooper incident pales in comparison.

Few Words Necessary

Oh Shit!! - Really that pretty much sums it up. A quick trip to collect the garbage cans by the road soon devolved into this little development. The ice really did seem solid enough at the onset of the excursion, but as evidenced by the pictures it turned out to be the non-proverbial "thin ice" that I've heard so much about. Annie is well beyond asking "why" anymore, she just reminded me that the temperature had been at or above zero the past couple of days.





And yet again another rescue attempt. In the end the truck was beyond extraction and in fact the tractor almost succumbed to the same icy grave. After a good hour setting by the woodstove and partaking of a little cough medicine I called Richard and relayed the recent events to him. We discussed Plan B of Operation Extraction which will be the use of the boom on his back hoe. Richard never, ever seems annoyed, surprised or bothered about such situations. This probably has to do with his history of ending up in similar circumstances and the subsequent family effort to correct the situation. Some of my earliest (and fondest) childhood memories involve Richard rolling a loader over on its side, Richard and Big Stevie being upside down in a VW Beetle, Richard in the ditch at the Doedes' Farm and on Sylvain's hill, and the time when my mother, Mark and I had three tractors hooked in sled dog fashion to the Army truck-sunk up to the gunnels in mud-trying to pull Richard out of the unholy depths of an impassable swamp. Either Richard realizes that shit happens or he cannot hold anything against me because of his contribution to my genetic make-up.
I will update the blog with details from the recovery effort which is to take place this weekend.

Luminescent Splendor

An unparalleled brilliance is how I would describe the array of lights that garnishes the newly installed rack on my truck. NASA contacted me regarding the use of my lights; they said that the Hubble space telescope had mistaken my truck for a binary star system during the weekend and that I should inform them if I am to be using the lights for prolonged periods at night.
In fact, the lights are so bright Ian said he could see his bones when I surprised him with a late night sneak attack.

The Binary Star System 6.2


Take note of the two back-em up lights and the LED brake lights. My truck has never left me on the side of the road. It was the transport truck for the rock band FREE BEER. It launched the Bang Bus (TM) and has taken me on many off road adventures. There is something very comforting and reassuring about the rumble of the diesel engine. The paint isn't perfect and it's a little banged up, but that's okay because I'm not afraid to use it for working.

Bad Monkey

No I'm not vain, I had to put this picture up again and assign it a URL so that it would appear in my profile.

Grover Circa 1992ish

Ahhh the good old days. I believe this is the night that Mark and I dragged The Grover(TM) down the driveway by his ankles because after a date with Jack Daniels he'd lost the ability to propel hisself effectively. We deposited him in his room that night and collected him the next day for work with the same happy grin on his face.