There is a reason.

There is also a reason I read blogs and avoid the idiot box propaganda news.  This is just one example.  There are more out there than I would wish to consider, or waste my time trying to find.

I used that term instead of “schooling” because that is the actual purpose.  Spend a bit of time with “An Underground History of American Education” and you will agree.  What the kids are being taught is to not think.  There are appropriate ways to respond and here they are….  Well, I remember in one class hearing that education was training an outcome.  I thought that sounded odd at the time, and now have a good understanding what was being propagated.  Kids are being training to respond in a known fashion, not being taught to think and produce an appropriate response.  There is a difference.  If there wasn’t, “political correctness” would not exist.  I have written it before, but it bears repeating here that the origin of political correctness is Marxism where language would be manipulated and words expunged such that the resulting individuals would have their very thoughts “politically correct.”  How did I get back on this subject?  I found an article which followed the thought from the training to the voting to the following.  That descriptor isn’t used, but you can see the progression as you read.

Well, we used the enchiladas the other day and I have to note that the corn tortillas turned to mush.  It was like ground beef mixed with light mashed potatoes.  I’m thinking the issue was putting the sauce on them prior to placing in the freezer.  Next time, we’re going to bake them first, then freeze, then place sauce once being used.  Maybe that will provide a better outcome.

Spouseinbox came up with a good one the other day.  We had some pretzels which were crushed while I cut up some chicken breasts into strips.  The strips were placed in a mix of egg and milk, coated with flour (which had appropriate spices mixed), placed in the egg / milk mixture again and then coated with the crushed pretzel.  I manned the fryer at 350 degrees and fried them for 2 minutes.  I would stack the result against any chicken place in town.  We paired it with the classic mashed potatoes and gravy, all made from scratch.  This can definitely be done again.

 

I know my blogging tends to be in the lower end of the volume scale.  The basic reason is that I blog for fun when the rest of life is caught up to such a degree that I can, or I just have sore feet like tonight and am giving them a rest.  We have three felines and that means a lot of litter, food and water supply.  Two automatic feeders now have positions in the house, so all I need to do is fill the hoppers once a week or so.  The water was an issue as it was on the bathroom floor where we walked and keeping it filled required a bit of attention.  The dogs had an automated bowl outside and I thought that might be a good idea for inside as well.  As ideas go, this one had babies and we are now sporting a set of “L” shaped shelves in the corner above the toilet with the lower shelf being the cat access area.  On the short shelf towards the window, there is a second shelf with a square hole cut and a downspout mounted.  This means that the hopper is removed from the serving bowl.  The cats can no longer steal from the machine before the next feeding.  The water bowl was a good idea, but as good ideas go, there were unplanned problems.  Being water, and plumbing, we had leaks.  I tried to tighten the fittings, I changed fittings, I reset fittings, I cut off the tubing and reset it twice and there was still a leak.  This evening, I tried to reset the tubing again.  This involved cutting off the end, putting plumbers seal on the plastic barb and reassembling the unit.  I put some toilet paper under it to detect leaks and after about an hour, there was water there.  I haven’t determined the offending location yet.  Oh well.  Plumbing.  I prefer electric – done by myself.  There usually are fewer problems that way.

Anyways, while going back and forth with the plumbing issue, spouseinbox started on the food for supper.  We had a spaghetti squash which I cut and put in the microwave one half at a time for 10 minutes each section.  This was done in a microwave pan with an inch of water and covered with plastic wrap.  Spouseinbox used some of our tomato sauce canned last year and mixed up a spaghetti sauce for the squash.  Once done in the microwave, I took a fork to each half and made noodles for each plate.  One squash fed three of us until our meters pegged.  The remainder of the sauce was mixed with more ground beef and onion and some cauliflower which was buzzed in a food processor to make it a substitute for rice.  This was mixed in the meat and sauce mixture and then stuffed into green peppers which had been boiled for about 3 minutes, then cooled.  That only used about half of the mixture, so I took the remainder of a box of large pasta shells and cooked and stuffed them as well.

We had more meat available, so spouseinbox took a can of salsa canned last year, and mixed that into another pound of meat.  After the mixture cooled, I took some and rolled it into corn tortillas to make enchiladas.  These three dishes were placed in the freezer for later use.

While I am sitting here typing, spouseinbox went into the bathroom to examine the piece of toilet paper placed under the plumbing job.  It’s wet.  We’re not done yet.  Yuk.  I so prefer electric.

There are lies, d*!^ lies, and statistics.  That stated, looking at numbers can be enlightening.  I found the link interesting though, but because of the first statement, don’t try to put too much into that hat.  Just saying.

This evening, spouseinbox had a great presentation.  A marinade was noted into which some pork chops were placed.  They stayed there for a couple of hours.  Next, some carrots were treated with oil, salt, pepper, and garlic and placed in the oven for about 20 minutes.  The end result can be repeated again.  We put the pork chops on the grill for 10 minutes each side while the carrots were in the oven.  I’m thinking maybe try 8 minutes next time and the carrots were a bit crunchy, so could have baked a bit longer.  Since I don’t mind raw carrots, the crunch was fine.  The flavors were well utilized and the supper appreciated.

How do you deal with an invasion?  This is how.  It’s time we call it by the appropriate term.

I guess that could be written about most weeks, but the truck proved an interesting task.  It was sitting slightly low to the right and after observing this for a few days, I finally produced enough interest to look under the bed at the frame.  A sad sight greeted me.  The shackle which connects the leaf spring to the truck frame was broken in half and the bed of the truck was riding on the end of the spring.  I looked at a couple of youtubes on the subject and took a torch to the nut with a breaker bar and after a bit of effort, managed to get the bolt removed from the lower connection.  This went through a bracket riveted into the frame and was U shaped with the shackle fitting inside with the bolt running from the inside towards the outside of the truck.  The videos mentioned about half an hour going back and forth between a torch and impact wrench to get the bolt loose.  Mine just looked at me.  About 45 minutes into the work – also including an air hammer, the center broken piece rotated about 10 degrees.  That was the last movement I was able to get before yesterday.

After more discussion, it was posited that the rubber may be allowing cushion and a press would be needed to get the bolt removed.  A design was chosen and about three days were spent building a press to handle a 2 ton press and provide that force to the bolt.  After all the welding, cutting, and planning, the press was a failure.  The bolt looked at the press and asked, “is that it?”  It didn’t even flinch.  I got a bit perturbed at this point and spouseinbox and I went to the local welding store.  I asked if setting the amperage to about 150 would be enough to cut the shackle.  With an affirmative reply, spouseinbox and I returned to the project and spent the next half hour cutting through the shackle, removing the rubber – now burned – and finally getting down to the inner sleeve and bolt.  I put the press back on the bolt and heated it with the welder.  Again, and for the last time, it didn’t move.  The press went other places and the bolt was slowly removed by melting.  That worked.  The last piece was removed this afternoon with an angle grinder.  Wow.

The bolt through the leaf spring remained.  After the first one, I was thinking, “Oh, crap, here we go again.”  So, with truck braced on jacks and jack stand and leaf spring lowered, this bolt didn’t even get a chance as I started with the grinder and removed half of the nut, then twisted it off with a pipe wrench.  The remaining piece of the shackle was not as stubborn as the first and was removed with the pipe wrench and a hammer.  The pipe wrench was opened and placed between the spring and the truck frame allowing the hammer better effectiveness.

Installing the new shackle was not a problem.  There was just a bit of fussy getting the spring into position so that the wrenches could fit.  Other than that, the assembly went without an issue.  Count another project done.