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He's working hard at it right now.

Buster dog has decided that the new couch is acceptable. He misses his old couch, but that may be passing.

We were in the 92/93% area. It probably got 7:30pm type dark and the temp dropped a bit. For the first time in ages, there was not a cloud in the sky. My better half, myself, and Buster dog watched while having lunch on the deck. Well, Buster didn't watch the eclipse but watched while we were chowing down.

I'm on the Soviet Steeds(Ural Motorcycles)forum which also has a page on FB. I find the FB page to be more entertaining as a "What broke now and what would Ivan do to fix it" kind of page. I don't ever recall seeing anything on FB about here. I joined the forum in late '17 after a Google search once I got my parents DeSoto home from Wisconsin. That said, I'm really close to giving FB the middle finger like I did to Linkdin after I retired. Tired of the algorithms that bury my feed in stuff that I have zero interest in.

Buster dog hinting that he'd like to have what I'm having. We've had seven dogs over the past 50 years. This guy is not only the largest dog who lived with us, but also the most well behaved. He isn't a snuggler, but he can't control his licker. Lot's of kisses. He's an absolute gentleman when riding in the backseat of the DeSoto, and he has made himself the official protector of it. If someone gets too close to the car while he is in the backseat, he will let out a low growl in his throat if he doesn't know them. No snarl, no bare teeth, just the warning. Of course, if you passed him a burger, the car is probably yours.😉

It's amazing what we'll do for pets. Buster dog, a Border Collie/Pointer/Shedder mix, had his spleen removed last summer. It was a rough week for all of us. I slept on the floor next to him the first couple nights after his surgery. I don't remember what it cost but it was spendy. He's back to his big old goofy self again. He's also waiting on me to get this stupid cast off my foot so we can do our morning 2 mile walks again. Two more weeks, buddy.

Alaska has great night skies away from Anchorage. We stayed at a B&B outside of Denali and it was wonderful. I can say that the night sky in rural Iceland is pretty dang nice, too.

Enough to be dangerous.

Illannoy instead of Ill-a-noise. The taxes kind of suck but I still like it here. I have both a cheap reflector and refractor, plus a couple of spotter scopes. If I can keep the grandsons interest, I plan on getting a better reflector over the summer. I want them to see the nebula in Orions' belt next fall.

I still have that sense of wonder, even at 68. There's still a pretty decent night sky where I am in rural Illannoy and I'll point out stars and planets to my grandsons. They're pretty impressed that grandpa actually knows this stuff. The night sky where my oldest lives in Maine will knock your socks off, though.

Being in NE Illannoy, if there is a celestial event, it will be overcast. We deal with it and move on.

It's not sewage related but I had a pulley split in half on my lathe.

My oldest granddaughter when she was 8. She'll be 16 this year. She can't decide whether if she wants to learn how to drive the DeSoto or the Ural when she comes out this summer.

I'd have to say the e-brake shoe retaining pins that came with the last repair kit I bought for my Wrangler. I think they were made out of solder. I had to dig through the trash and reuse the rusty OEM pins. The shoes ran a close second, but the OEM shoes were nothing to brag bout, either.

Having watched Homer and family since it was a short on the Tracy Ullman Show in 1989, that quote just sprang to mind. I think I used it on my oldest grandson when he took an elbow to his mouth playing soccer and a couple of little girls came over to check on him.