It’s Day 339 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are ok.
If ever there was a day that I didn’t feel much like sitting down and composing a post, yesterday was that day. All’s well here, and I always have something to say (or at least something on my mind), but I spent virtually my entire Hump Day pulling gear together for the bus.
No writing. Almost no thinking.
I managed to bring some order to the impossible clutter dominating my workshop, sorting it into piles by function — fresh water, sewer, electric, fire, outdoor cooking and so on — and stowing it in totes chosen for the purpose. Once a tote was packed, I brought it upstairs and began the staging process.
Some items either are too large to fit into a tote or need to be more readily accessible. Those bigger bits have been moved to the staging area and gathered into their own sizeable box.
I’m satisfied with the progress I made. There are a couple of the larger totes and a few small ones sitting empty, matched by a fair collection of items still looking for their place. I may finish the sorting, boxing and staging today.
As advertised, yesterday morning we started the diesel and let it idle a while. We did the same with the generator — or we tried to, anyway. It fired up without drama, ran smoothly and generated just fine, but after five minutes it shut down. This happened several times.
An LED on the starter switch told the tale — two flashes, followed by four flashes. In Onan-speak, a Code 24 indicates a fault with the operating-temperature sensor. I’m not sure if fixing that is within my abilities, so I’ll pick the brains of smarter and more experienced people before turning it over to a dealer for repair.
Deb devoted her Wednesday to the living space, naturally, hauling armload after armload out to Ernie and placing things just so in the galley, bedroom and baths. She also replaced some cabinet and drawer pulls — swapping more of the original brassy knobs for a fetching turquoise-tone ceramic design (pictured in the header image). Lookin’ good.
In a few weeks, give or take, Ubi Libertas blog will begin to undergo a bit of a shift. Because this space reflects my American Life, when that life changes the blog will change. That’s happened already over the last five months, albeit in small ways. Maybe you’ve noticed.
This will be more significant, I think, and it’ll be good. I must admit, however, that I feel a certain urgency, personal and (for lack of a better word) cultural.
The scenery will change. The subjects will not, although the balance probably will. I realize that will please some readers and disappoint others, but Ubi Libertas always has been as much chronicle as commentary. I embrace both. I’m not in this for mass appeal.
If you choose to come along for the ride, you’ll never be left doubting that Reason and essential Liberty continue to light the road I travel.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.