I tried to save a Supermodel today. I was driving home from my boat and about a mile from my house on a main road I see this car on the side with the hood up. Next to it on the phone was this Supermodel. Me being a conscientious, helpful citizen immediately made a U Turn (on two wheels) and went back to her to see if I could help.
She knew immediately what the problem was. The idler pulley broke forcing the serpentine belt to fall off over heating the car. Very few women that I know would know what that was. It is not something that you can jury rig right away on the side of the road because the pulley itself broke and needed to be replaced.
I offered to go to the auto supply to get her a new pulley but she said her uncle, a mechanic was on his way.
She said she was there for five minutes and I was the fifth guy to stop. While I was talking to her, two other cars stopped to help.
But like I said, she was Supermodel. In my defense, I would have stopped for anyone. Well almost. If it was Nancy Pelosi, she would still be there.
Jul 6, 2015 (Yes this was an old post. What can I say? I ran out of things to say)
I don't have the nicest tank on here.
I don't have the nicest of a lot of things, but I don't care because they are nice enough for me.
I don't have the most difficult corals on here, but it is not my purpose to have that.
I don't have the most interesting fish on here, but they are interesting enough for me.
I have no ideas what my parameters are. I assume my corals know and they seem fine.
I don't have any controllers or dosers. Don't want any.
I don't have any test kits. If I want something tested, I take It to a LFS. They like doing that.
I don't have the largest tank on here. It's a perfect size for me.
My lights are way underpowered. I don't care and so far, neither do the corals.
I don't have a sump. I would, but they were not invented in the 70s
I don't use any reactors, GFO, GAC, ABC, Doh Ray Me, or bio pellets.
I don't use Rowafas.
Don't have a DSB, SSB, or BB.
I don't use Purple Up, Marine Snow or almost anything else and I don't want to.
I have to many fish, they don't seem to mind the crowd.
I have to many Pod eaters, they send out for Pizza.
I am jealous of some tanks on here, but I will get over it.
I don't have the most hair and I am far from the best looking on here. My wife likes me.
I don't change much water, but I assume I change enough.
I have plenty of iron and stainless steel in my tank. Is that scary to anyone?
I sometimes feed my fish Plaster of Paris with some minerals mixed in. Am I bad?
I used copper for years in my tank and never changed the rocks or gravel.
I have never dated a Supermodel but I did date some beautiful girls. Also some plainer ones.
I use dolomite for the substrate, ever heard of that?
My wiring is probably some of the sloppiest on here. And I am an electrician.
I am impressed by some of the skill on here with spawning hard fish.
I am impressed by creativity, but not by degrees unless they are on a thermometer.
Right now I am embarrassed to say I have a fever, which is a Sissy disease and I may have to revoke my Man card. Fevers are so yesterday and Sissy Mary like. Maybe I am hallucinating which is why I wrote this useless thread.
I am finished, and I am old, There is no purpose to this post that I know of. :fun2:
You sound like me Paul, I can relate to pretty much everything you said.
this is something I love doing and after 50 years have learned it not something I want to stress over. My fish are fat and healthy, corals I have doing good . When you get that balance just leave thing be.
Early this morning I went for a walk on the beach behind my house. It was dead low tide so perfect for amphipod hunting.
Of course I didn't realize it was going to be low tide so I didn't bring anything to hold amphipods in and I hate to put them in my shorts. They wiggle to much.
I walked and walked and couldn't find one thing to collect pods in. Eventually I came across 2 plastic bottles. Of course the opening is to small because I normally lift an algae covered rock which are covered in amphipods and swish them in a bucket of salt water but I didn't bring one.
I needed to cut one of the bottles in half to make a scoop and all I had was the beach key. I used that and after a while and just before I cut my hand off trying to do this I made a hole in the bottle. I was able to rip the bottle in half pretty straight.
That bottle I used for a scoop so when I lifted a small rock, the depression was full of amphipods that scurry out of sight in about 3 seconds so I have to be fast. I lift the rock and immediately stick in the "scoop" and collect maybe a dozen amphipods under each rock out of the dozens of them there.Then I dump that into the whole bottle. When the bottle gets full of water I let it settle so the pods go to the bottom and I add more water laden amphipods. I have been doing this all my life and I am a little smarter than the creatures so I came away with a couple of hundred pods.
They are now in my tank intermingling with the ones I collected last week, except of course for the slow ones which are fish food.
Yesterday we took our friend and my wife's pilates instructor out on the boat. We went to this small cove where we normally go and anchored.
We ate a little, swam a little and listened to my fabulous collection of 70s music .
Then I noticed we were almost in the weeds and the anchor dragged about a hundred feet.
OOOhhhNNNooo. But I managed to push the boat out to slightly deeper water and start the engines.
I wanted to move the boat a little deeper so of course I had to raise the anchor. (It's electric so I don't actually have to get on the front of the boat and flex my muscles like I used to do in my youth.
This is a new anchor because I lost my old one in this exact spot last week.
I raised the anchor and it was straining to come up. The water was very shallow and I know there are no rocks, cables or 1967 Oldsmobile, Vista Cruisers sunk there so it was odd the anchor was having so much trouble coming up.
Then the anchor just broke the surface and I saw the problem. There must have been 50 gallons of seaweed wrapped around the thing so you couldn't see the flukes.
(Not the flukes many of you people feel are on your tangs when you buy them)
The anchor looked like a giant ball of greenery and the blackest, slimiest, smelliest mud I have ever seen.
I imagine the girls could have put that all over their face like they do in those fancy spa's. This is probably where they get the stuff.
The bottom here must have 2' of seaweed growing on a substrate of very fine mud so the anchor couldn't dig in.
Anyway, not much of a story but then I took the Ladies out to a sea side restaurant in my marina for oysters and tuna.
Then back to our condo pool. Great day all around.
Last night was a bad night. Yesterday the neighbors and us noticed that no one has seen our next door neighbor in a couple of days and she was always out walking her little rescue dog, Angus.
The dog was in the house barking and the car was in the garage. She didn't answer her phone all day and by looking in the windows, we couldn't see her.
I even climbed onto her raised back porch and looked under the blinds.
We called the police but she wasn't missing long enough for them to break in, but they came and tried to locate her. I slid a card in the door and opened the latch but the deadbolt was on so we broke the window on the front door.
Our fears came true and we found her dead. She was about 60. We will miss her.
We located her sister on Facebook and she was called.
That’s very sad to hear Paul, she was still pretty young to have passed like that.
Nothing to do with your story Paul, but in 2016 we had a major flood in our town. 80 to 90% of our town was underwater my house took on 3 1/2 to 4 feet. Across the street lived in old lady she was 80 years old. I knocked on her door and so did some of the neighbors to see if we can get her attention and get her out of the house no one answered. What we all evacuating and after water went down three days later I came back to my house. And I heard someone yelling at me and I looked around and I saw the gold lady sitting at her front window and she was yelling that we have to evacuate . I told her know that the flood was over I said I tried to get your attention I bet on your door, she said she was sleeping upstairs and didn’t even know that it was flooding.
She didn’t wanna leave our house and we had to call the fire department to get her to leave because we were afraid of the mold and mildew that would’ve been in the house for her to be there, and at her age that would not been good.
Unfortunately being "old" brings on some health issues. Not as bad as my wife but I have been having some back pain lately, like most people and I figured it was from my extensive habit of bungee jumping, back flipping and ball room dancing almost every morning before breakfast and sometimes after lunch.
But for the last 2 years the upper back pain extended to my shoulders. I originally thought it was from my 7 shoulder surgeries and that probably didn't help.
I have been going for acupuncture and pain Management shots mainly because both my acupuncturist and pain Mgt Dr. are Supermodels but after a while, even a Supermodel can't help. Not to much anyway but I still like to go.
The MRIs show that my back looks like it came from a blue leg hermit crab but the X Rays show it more like an arrow crab.
I stand pretty straight but my spine has a big curve to it which made the Neurologist think they made a mistake and took a picture of a boomerang.
About 8 disks are to degenerated to do anything about and are all bone on bone. It is what it is and will always be painful and I will get stiffer as time goes on (like all old people) and my fish don't seem to care at all even though I hung my X Ray in front of their tank.
(I have been taking short baths in Prizapro)
He said it can't be fixed unless he cuts out almost all my disks and installs rods which will make me walk like an Emu looking up in the sky for eagles which is not the look I was going for so I will keep my old back as I probably can't get a new one.
Of course my main concern is my Bride of almost 50 years because I do almost everything for her and putting her walker in my car is getting quite hard. But manageable.
The Neurologist told us it is from my job as a Commercial construction electrician because that is not a Girly job as most of the equipment was a thousand pounds and wanted to be mounted on the ceiling.
Unloading all that from tractor trailers for half a century probably was not the best thing so I imagine those Neanderthals bringing down a Woolly Mammoth must have kept Pain Mgt. Doctors pretty busy and it was probably even harder then to get an appointment then.
Yeah Paul as my lovely Wife and I grow old'ER together, and as Jen is also pretty much confined to a 'walker' or cain with two strapping men beside Her when we go out, I also find it getting harder and harder to get her walker out of the van in HANDICAPPED parking places.......not so much the weight/or lifting, but the mentality of people in a Walmart parking lot.....I just can't think of the words any more since I've forgotten most of them the Navy taught me way back when of how IGNORANT people can be. Growing old'ER I find the hardest part is, well...a lot, but shouldn't be from the ignorance of others.
I am an honorary, card carrying HellMart hater member......but also a member of the procrastinator's club, thus me putting off paying my dues.
BUT......they have you, at least round here with pricing. Thus having to deal with all the folks still wearing PJs in public, and no mirrors at home to check their wardrobes......and their politness, and social skills end at 'ME ME ME, and a cuss word'. I far prefer the Acme on the other side of the world.....well parking lot from there, and shop there for most day to day things......but 're-stocking' time for paper goods, and bulk stuff they indeed have us.
Last week we didn't see our neighbor and after a day we heard her dog barking so we broke the window and found that she had died about a day and a half before. Anyway I posted about that elsewhere but Sunday, her Brother N Law was cleaning out her house and got stuck in the elevator.
I had a small hydraulic elevator installed outside my condo unit here when I moved in because my wife has MS and can't do stairs. After I did mine, 3 neighbors followed and had them installed.
They are small and really are handicapped, residential elevators and only make 3 stops.
The elderly Lady next to that house heard the guy banging on the door and ran to get me. (They run to get me if they find a snapping turtle on the road, tree down, homeless person, missing person, broken shower, broken sprinkler, broken air conditioner, dead deer, clogged toilet near the pool, space craft, Boeing 747, Nancy Pelosi etc.)
So I go there and talk to the guy through the door and Sunday was a record heat day at about 97 degrees and these elevators are outside the building.
(His cell phone didn't work inside the car and we get lousy service here being on the sea on a hilltop)
I opened the elevator door above him and got on top of the car. Then I removed the light fixture so I could hand him a screwdriver and explained to him how to take apart the electronic door lock inside the door.
After about 40 minutes he was free.
The problem was with the locking mechanism. The stainless steel pin inside the lock that you push up in an emergency unscrewed itself and fell into the mechanism making it impossible to open the door. I am sure the fire department could open it but that would have cost $5,000.00 to repair.
So today I am installing outside my elevator a big gong with a rotating strobe light connected to the Panic button inside the car. I will also try to make the phone inside the cars work and I re designed that lock so it can't happen again. (In my elevator anyway and I will see if I have time to do the other two.)