You do you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
You do you.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Friday, February 22, 2019
ONE WOULD THINK THIS WOULD BE OVER...CRAWLSPACE 3
My brother-in-law replaced the battery. See, you first fill it with liquid sulfuric acid, replace it in its little box, and all is good. But he left the old battery in the crawlspace. For now, since we don't know where to dispose of it as it still has acid in it, or at least ON it, thanks to spastic old me. Well, the house soon smelled like sulfur. Again, I went in the crawlspace. Covered the old battery with towels. For now, all is good. But to recap, these are the head wounds I've given to myself over the last nine days. And one on my left hand.
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
THE CRAWLSPACE, YOU'VE BEEN LIVING HELL TO ME...
Sung to the tune of "San Quentin" in Johnny Cash's voice. As with my previous post re: Vito & Nick's, in lieu of any literary news I'm posting random melodrama or old-timey memories. For now, the battery is dead for my back-up sump pump. This means I have to press a button on it every 24 hours otherwise it will start beeping. Normally, I am supposed to refill it with distilled water, but this time around it is dead. Nine years of a five to seven year life, so pretty good. Now I wait for the snow to melt so I can go buy a replacement. Oh, and the crawlspace runs the length of my living room, has many pipes, and one has to inch forward like they are in trench warfare to get to the damn thing. This will likely be out of sequence, but enjoy. And, yes. I cut my head.
Monday, February 18, 2019
VITO & NICK'S, MAY 2018: best pizza in Chicago, first time there since 1998
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