Daily Archives: June 19, 2017

Sunday’s early post was an extreme example

Of what happens when I can’t work on my designs. They get changed, “improved”, made different just to fool myself into the illusion that I’m actually doing something to make progress. If the hands can’t work on it I either drop it completely or completely change it. In this case I think the combined floor/splitter is such an improvement over the previous kluges that I will keep that part. But the rest I will keep in a brain folder marked “do not open until stinking rich”. Seriously 9 plies of Kevlar are both much lighter and more resistant to penetration than the 0.25″ steel plate I had been considering, so that’s an actual improvement.

On other fronts, my feet still hurt, but not as bad as before. I think I might be getting better. I still don’t want to go for my walk tonight, but I might be up to it by the end of the week. The axle is getting closer to being done and the spindles are up next. I want to go work on honing the boss to size but my feet are screaming “NOOOOO!!!!!” at just the thought of standing on concrete again.

And since I have to go run errands in Carrollton tomorrow, I’m having another lie down to give my feet more time to recover before spending the day on the bus.

I can’t do my walking thing

Because my feet still feel like they were beaten on, except when they feel like balloons about to pop. Even Mrs. the Poet commented on the way my toes looked, like little tomatoes at the ends where they were red and swollen.

I did some work on the axle since I couldn’t go for my walk and have one boss that will almost allow one kingpin through before getting stuck after a couple of hours of work with the brake hone clearancing the boss… I had to stop because it was too dark and too hot to keep working, and also because my feet were hurting from standing on the concrete garage floor.

So they had a sale on pumpkin pie at the store, regularly $6.99 on sale for $0.99. No that’s not a typo, a full-size frozen pie for $0.99 I like pie .

And now Imma take a shower and go to bed because my feet hurt just sitting here typing. No, I’m not kidding. I have seriously bolluxed my pedal extremities. Especially given my pain tolerance, as Mrs. the Poet tells me I have blisters all over my feet that I can’t even feel. But whatever this is making my feet hurt is almost invisible externally.