Adventures today.

Buster woke me up at 4:30 this morning to let him out. As I can't get up the stairs to our bedroom, I'm sleeping on a naugahyde covered couch. Which is also the world's most comfortable bed. Anyway, I don't want him to run upstairs and wake up Crabby, so I hobble on my crutches and let him out on his lead. I throw on a coat, hat, and a solitary slipper, then follow him out though I stay on the deck. He starts to head back to the deck, so I start to turn and fell flat on my back. I spent the 20 minutes trying to figure out the hell I'm going to get back up or at least get to the door. "I've fallen and I can't get up"
I ended up crawling to the door on my hands and knees, while dragging my crutches along. Buster is licking my face or standing by the door. Buster was not doing the helpful Collie, "Timmy fell in the well' thing.
I managed to get back in the house and haul myself upright. I hobbled back to my couch and went back to bed. It's now 5:10.

7:30 rolls around and Buster is again licking my face to wake me up. This time Crabby...er...Mrs.C is with him and mentions the two sleepy heads she found when she came downstairs. I tell her about the adventure and she gets a little bent. "blah, blah, don't you know better, blah, blah, what if you couldn't get back to the house, blah, blah." I interrupt when she takes a breath and tell her I was on my hands and knees. That means the evil little knee scooter can be put back in use.

Adventure Part II
I want to wait for either Jake or Courtney to come over to go up into the barn attic and get the Evil One down. It's a low ceiling place that's hard to move around in. Mrs.C insists that she will get it down.
Oh, Jeez. She went up there. I gave her the general location. She has OCD. Not the Monk or Rainman kind, but the kind that pisses folks off that don't have OCD. She comes back with the Evil One about 20 minutes later and she's spitting nails. The Evil One was not in the exact location, blah, blah, blah, I had to move two bikes, blah, blah, I got my jeans dirty kneeling on something, blah, blah, I'm going up there and straighten that mess out. This is where my knickers knotted. I said my attic is fine, I know where everything is, and if you mess with it, just remember what I did to Marlene and George when they 'straightened out' my desks. That shut her up.

I hate to say it, but I'm glad The Evil One is back.

Not sure if you noticed ,but you are falling apart my friend .

At least it makes for entertaining reading. Keep up the good work!

It's not the years, it's the miles.

Honestly this thread should be re titled "Cheesy's Retirement adventures" :lmao::lmao::lmao::lmao:

Thank God there is a follow-on to his work adventures. Not sure I could have handled the withdrawal.

or maybe, a TV Series...?



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:lmao:

I'm thinking we could all get together to write a short story. Each person gets one sentence.

For example:
Writer 1: Well cheesy finally retired, looking forward to a long period of peace and quiet, and setting a leisurely schedule into his sunset years.
Writer 2: While he was sipping a Long Island Tea on his front porch, suddenly a gang of Mexican banditos invaded Cheesy Manor, demanding gold and jewelry.
Writer 3: Fortunately an alien mother ship arrived for the inevitable invasion, and scared the banditos away.
Writer 4: cheesy countered their demand to take them to our leader by informing them that it was Super Bowl Sunday, and they should stay and partake of yummy snax prepared by Mrs. cheesy.

There's a football game?

I thought you dropped that heavy lathe on your foot. That makes more sense than a rollerskate race. Sorry, Cheesy, get well.

I sold a nice lathe a couple of years ago. Can't remember the brand, but it was GB Packers colors.

The chuck was aiming for that ankle when it unscrewed itself, so it tried. As one of the cute ER nurses said, I was having fun when it happened.

I do have belt sizes now, two 30" and one 31", so that's something. I bought a 2MT live center for the tail stock and 3MT dead center so I can do longish shafts if I want. Still looking for the Maintenance Manual. I would like to find a 3 jaw self centering chuck for it, along with dogs, a face plate for the dogs, and a steady rest, but that's not a rush. After 90 years, the threading gears have gone bye-bye, but I can't ever see me cutting threads on it. And most threading I do is metric anyway.

I actually found metric gears on ebay that fit.

No hard cast.
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I graduated straight to an Aircast/walking boot. I have another one of these so plans are afoot for a robot costume come Halloween.
If I don't get stupid(:lmao:)and the break stays stabilized until I see the bone doc next week, I won't need surgery and the accompanying hardware. Going to attempt going upstairs tonight and the garage over the weekend.