Friday, May 24, 2013

News In The World O' paleo

Couple things going on, big things, I want to share!

Teh Lesser:

I have just finished my first week as Maintenance Planner! It has been brutal, staffing problems (one gentleman fell off a ladder onto his shoulder, one gentleman insisted on demonstrating his affection for his wife...nine months ago, and I replaced yet another schmuck), a lot of things happening, and NO transition period. It has been okay, I have made up with work, jogging, and sheer bloody-mindedness what I lack in specific knowledge and experience, and I'll get better, at the very least in an attempt to stop the pain in my ankles, calves, and knees.

Teh Greater:

There is a backstory here.

Last fall I went fishing with my father in law. He had not been fishing, more than perhaps a couple of times that he could recall, in many, many years, and although we got skunked, well, more backstory. It was late fall, hell, early November, at a cabin near Mille Lacs, middle Minnesota. There was a boat with the cabin, and the lake was as of yet clear of ice, but it was cold, windy, and the boat was of a row type. We managed quite neatly, while rowing against the Canadian Clipper, to hear one of the oars give up a cry, prior to its eventual death. We got back to teh cabin, and now I wanted some damn fish. A quest was called for...
We bought the last trolling motor of the season in MN.
The magic of propulsion did not create baskets-full of walleye, but pops-in-law had the bug bad, and upon return to his home state raided the Bass Pro Shop and began planning our summer fishing adventures, including a weekly refrain of "paleo, when are you going to buy a boat? And remember, I'm in for halvsies!", followed by my weekly response, "Great, cap'n, but have you seen my basement? Are you going to lend me teh other halvsies?".
Last week, another text message, with photos and circles and arrows and a texted paragraph on each one explaining why I should by this boat, and I checked into it a little more this time, and said, in return, assuming that you know these guys well enough to know that they have taken good care of it, esp. the motor, that it was a good deal.
Last night, while my eyes (much as they have been for about a week and a half due to work) were failing to focus after dinner and I was attempting to put the steps into place to get me to bed (mentally - the actual putting one step ahead of another was in the future), she mentioned she shredded the check she was supposed to send. "What check?", sez I.

I am now the proud half owner of a hole in the water into which money is poured.

I can carp and waffle with the best of 'em, esp. where money is concerned, but I AM EXCITED!



Next issue - the sumbitch is 6 hours away...

12 comments:

  1. That is a spiffy looking boat! And 60 horsies should be enough to let that thing scoot around nice and briskly. If it's a two-stroke (not sure if outboards are still 2-strokes, been a while since I got rid of mine) be prepared to spend more than you expected on fuel...

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  2. '89 2 stroke 3 cylinder Mariner - apparently highly regarded at the time and if cared for should last a good long time, and get up and go.

    I'm not a mechanic, however, so some reading to do...

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    1. Yeah, they have great power, just be sure you mix the fuel and oil properly and you'll be fine. They're considerably simpler than a four stroke (there's no valve train), and offer way more power for the equivalent displacement. They do tend to eat fuel though, so if you're out zipping around the lake at full throttle hither-and-yon, just be sure you keep an eye on consumption until you get a handle on how much you're using

      Anyway, congrats, looks like fun!

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    2. The issue is usually storms, esp. this year already - got to be able to get the hell off of open water in a damn hurry if you don't want to smoulder.

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  3. You are Elmer J. Fudd. You own a mansion and a yacht.

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    1. Marry me. Srsly, I'll work it out with sweetie.

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    2. Hey! We could do that in your state, now!

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    3. You are Elmer J. Fudd. You own a mansion and a yacht.

      And a Drum machine... Drum machine... Drum machine

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  4. Happy fishing, dude.

    When I was just a little tiny person, fishing with my dad was one of the best things that could be imagined.
    ~

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    1. Yeah, nice. My dad's days of shore-fishing, unless there is a lawn chair and the fish are remarkably accomodating and wading are pretty much done so Imma get him up here, or me down there, as often as possible and return the favor...

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  5. paleo, paleo, paleo. you broke the cardinal rule- you never ever want a boat, you want a friend with a boat!

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