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So, shortly after the last post I get the call from the Mechanic.
I need a new transaxle. This is hopeful, until I look up transaxle and discover that it's mechanic speak for transmission.
I've left a lot of cars for less, but - it's still early in the season. Find me a transmission. Life seems to require I purchase a transmission, there's no getting 'round it, 2 years ago, condemned the white jeep for the same reason - but - a new vehicle, same problem, it seems there's no avoiding fate.
And it's going to need a clutch. "I mean" he explains - "Might as well while we have it all apart....". Sure.
No charge for this summary evaluation, having paid XX$$$ for coffee and breakfast at the Bluebell is probably money enough spent for today, they have to be in league with the mechanics...
Driving back to Nelson in 3rd gear, enjoying the throwing it into neutral on the mountainsides down, my only attempts at speed, when finally comes the rattle of the muffler. Pull over, it's now completely off, throw it into the passenger seat.
Transmission, Clutch, Muffler.
There's no escaping fate. That said, I do have a lottery ticket I haven't checked...
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Wake, drive to Kaslo for the mechanic.
Waiting now for the diagnosis, then wait for the part to be ordered and the scheduled repair.
Yesterday, after my beach-comb, the weather turned to rain and sleet. This morning, rain and snow. Waiting, outside, nothing open in Kaslo, finally 8:30 and the Bluebell Bistro is open, someplace to warm up and grab a coffee while they do their thing.
When they're done, back to Balfour to scrounge for more flakes the weather may have turned up (I need to rake the ground so that the rain exposes fresh finds), then onward to Nelson and meet the daughter...
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Sunday, Morning at the Gym. You know.
Then to work, a bit early, scour the beach for flakes and arrowheads, some good finds:
from top, left to right: large flake/blade, center - knapped on all edges - tool, right - piece of flint core, bottom - flakes.
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Chuffed by my success, back to work. A ho-hum Sunday, busy in the day, quiet at night. Of interest in the day, a woman reading a book, I enquire as to the book: Manly P. Hall's "The Secret Teaching of All Ages". She offers to lend it to me after (no, thanks, that's a keeper), she's highlighting relevant passages, she came to this rabbit-hole via Mark Passio, someone I've never heard of...
I shouldn't be surprised, if he was being read anywhere it would be out here, still, it's a rarity to see anyone reading - rarer still anything of intelligence, let alone Manly P. Hall. If I weren't working I'm sure we'd have a good chat.
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Talking to a customer about the little CRV problem I'm having and he tells me it's the (???). Part of the transmission, $150 part, more labor, in the interim I should be able to "Double Clutch", shifting first into neutral then clutching again before shifting into 4th and 5th.
This has me excited. A workaround!!!
But, sadly, nope, no double-clutch for me. A long drive into Nelson, 4th gear makes a horrible grinding noise (and doesn't engage) and fifth gear is the same as neutral.
Damn.
Anyways, to town last night, "Meowmix" at the Spirit Bar, and it's been so long since I've been out at a club - and it reminds me; this is why I moved here, the parties are unsurpassed...I'm definitely not getting my value out of paradise...
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Morning, not so bright and early but I find the energy to get myself to the gym. It's gotten to the point where just carting all these muscles around is creating new muscles, I'm reaching some sort of critical mass...
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Thursday, Gym in the morning. Note to self, don't go to gym on Tuesday/Thursday morning as the steam room/sauna doesn't open until 1:30. They have it on a sign but I stopped reading as soon as I got muscles.
Did I tell you about my muscles?
People are getting out of my way at the gym, lemme tell you...if they don't budge I bench press them AND the machine....Nobody kicks sand in my-face!!!!
Japan Called, I'm on standby for when Godzilla rises again...
It's true, I had to register my muscles with the Nelson Police Department as a deadly weapon...one of the cops spotted me in the gym and told me they weren't street legal anymore...
Did you hear about that kid that died after getting run over by the school bus? No? BECAUSE I SAVED HIM BY LIFTING THE SCHOOL BUS UP!!!!
When I saw the doctors about them they told me it was just muscles but then they all wanted to get their pictures taken with me. Naked.
...You can touch it if you want. It's called a "BICEP".
So I've picked up a part-time gig at the laundromat where I just stand against the wall and women come in to wash their knickers on my 6-pack...
You know, I derive very little satisfaction from going to the gym, the process. But - once it's over - I derive a great deal of pleasure telling my friends about it...Therein I think lies it's value.
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Dating
OK. I've been on a few internet dates. I confess this with the same reluctance I would admitting to masturbating, adultery, or excessive drinking and drug use.
This is a list of some of my best -- AND WORST -- dates ever. Note that you gotta go on a lotta dates to get this kinda list, this kinda discouraged. And my online dating thing has been sporadic - an every few years kind of thing at best. Some of these dates go back 10 years, others are a little more recent. And to answer any people who might argue "It beats hooking up at the bar", well, you don't have to hook up at the bar, and at the bar you can see what your getting...
Anyways - apologies to the countless normal, decent dates that I went on but just didn't hit it off with. Memory is selective, it tends towards the extreme, and in this you will find the extremes...
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