Monday's blog

The stupid kid is still giving us the old silent treatment. I'm caring. Or maybe not. Really a stupid reaction. If there is a disagreement or a conflict the way to resolve it is to communicate, not to cut off all communication. I raised a moron. I got the flywheel torqued and the clutch and pressure plate loosely in plate. Hit the timing mark with white nail polish so it would be easy to see. Need some new motor mount bolts and it will be time to flip the engine and prepare the mating head surfaces. I hope I can blog this tomorrow, as well as that we worked out a compromise with my mule headed oldest daughter. I think I might go to a class reunion. It's an all class thing at Bethany Saturday 9-2. Don't know. There are two people, upper classmen at the time, that I've made a vow to the moon and stars I will kill on the spot if I ever see again. Something happened in the locker room in the spring of my 8th grade year during track season. Something that made me drop track. I've never forgotten, and I have never forgiven. Hell, I don't want to see those SOB's, not a one of them.