Sunday, April 28, 2019

GOD REPAIRED MY TRUCK




Image courtesy of: www.Pixabay.com   


NO.
This is not the truck God "fixed" for me.
This is only a picture from my files of a pickup.

Back about 1980 I bought the first pickup I ever had
from a fellow mechanic.  It was one of those ugly
1961 chev. pickups.  It seems that chev. designed it
ugly on purpose.  Like some of today's cars.  They
did well.  It was ugly.  And if there are any left on
a scrap heap some where - they are still ugly.

I had borrowed the pickup from my friend a number
of times.  So it did not come with any hidden faults.
It's chief fault was that it would pop out of high 
gear once in a while.   This was one of those old
6 cylinder three speed manual transmissions.

But that was not supposed to be a problem.  I was
a mechanic, and overhauling manual transmissions 
was one of my jobs.


As you can guess, the problem did not get any better.
Over time it got to popping out of high gear real bad.
I counted one time.  In driving to work, that's, 12 miles,
it popped out of high gear 16 times.


I know, the logical thing to have done would be simply
buy a rebuilt transmission and slip in on a Saturday.
But at that time circumstances were such it could not
be afforded. 

The other option of course was to fix it myself.  The
problem there was down time.  Back then we could
get parts for automatic transmissions in a day or two.
But every time we had a car down with a manual 
transmission, it took a week or two to get parts.
This truck was my only transportation and I had
tried every adjustment I could think of.


One day returning home from work it popped out
of gear while going down a straight section of road.
I put it back in gear.  Let out the clutch and it popped
right back out again.

In frustration and desperation I cried out loud enough
He could hear me, "Lord, I don't know how much longer
I can put up with this."

The next morning on way to work the young fellow
riding into town with me ask, "Did you fix the
transmission?"  No.  Then he pointed out that it had
not popped out of gear at all.


I started watching it then.  It must have been about 
one and a half years before it ever popped out of high
gear again.

Talk about a cheap fix.  God is a whole lot better
mechanic than I am.

Ultimately I gave the old truck to the young man
that was riding with me that morning.

PRAISE GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYER. 



Saturday, April 27, 2019

GARBAGE IN, GARBAGE OUT.


Another trash can at Tarra Studios in Durham, Arkansas.

It makes me think of the so called "open mind" that a lot
of people profess to have.  They are open to anything
 and every thing.  As a result they have a lot of trash 
in their minds.

There used to be a saying in the computer world, 
"Garbage in, garbage out."

Perhaps we should guard what goes into our minds
just like we guard what we put into our mouths for
our bodies.





Sunday, April 14, 2019

HOW TO GRADE EGGS


I'm not really smart, but I think the carton 
says there are eighteen as in "18" eggs.  And
also, large as in "big".



But the contents look like small as in "little"
and about three dozen as in "36".

Well, really I have a friend who raises quails.
As a result he always has an excess of quail eggs
and freely passes out the excess eggs.

I used to have quails.  Those things are "laying
fools".  They can outlay a chicken any day in
the week.  If I remember correctly a chicken 
averages about one egg every day and one half.
But the quails average about one and one half
eggs every day.

We now eat a lot of quail eggs.  If you have 
never eaten quail eggs, they taste just like a 
chicken egg.  You can see that they are a lot
smaller.  This makes them very tedious to 
work with.

Mostly we just have boiled quail eggs.
It only takes about a dozen to make a 
breakfast.

But one of my favorite ways to use quail
eggs is - pickled.  They are great that way,
that is; if your wife will do all the work.







Saturday, April 13, 2019

SMART STRAW




I have spent years looking for advice on 
different subjects.  But I failed to realize
that it was available to me in the can of 
WD-40 on my shelf all the time.

Look, it says it right on the can.  The can
of WD-40 has a "SMART" straw on it.   
Wow! wisdom right there beside me at
my finger tips.



Sunday, April 7, 2019

OPEN MIND COLLECTING TRASH.






This is one of the trash containers at Tarra Studios in
Durham, Arkansas.  Of course it has nothing to do
with your mind.  That is, it should not.

But I have noticed something over a long, long life.
Most people who pride themselves on having an
"open mind", tend to collect a lot of trash in their 
mind or thinking.  Would it not be better to guard
very closely what we allow to come into our mind?





Saturday, April 6, 2019

A NEW NEIGHBOR


A NEW NEIGHBOR

I looked out the kitchen window and saw that
one of the neighbors had come to visit.  But this
guy is a new neighbor  who never talks about anything
 that I am interested in, so, I just pretended to be too 
busy to visit.