But I think I might be too late for building the Sprint-T. I had to stop taking the nightly ibuprofen, for non-medical reasons, and now most of my joints are only partially functional. I mean I know getting in and out of the car are going to require some upper body strength to pull up until I can get my feet under me for exit and climbing over the top of the cage in and out. Right now I can get my arms level with my shoulder and that’s about as far as it goes. And my right shoulder is not working right either. I mean I can do everything I need to do that doesn’t involve raising my arm or my hands over my head, but pull-ups is not on the list. And three guesses at the motion needed to get out of the car.
The thing that really chaps me is that I’m so close to being able to finish the build now, I have enough income to finish the build without having to take money out of the operating budget. This is the first time in over 50 years that I can say that. Sure back in 1968 I wasn’t old enough to get things I needed, and as a military brat I didn’t have the place to keep stuff nor work on it. Hard to move car parts around the world every few months without things getting “lost”. I finally have the combination of budget and place to keep the parts and work on the car. But now I have problems with being able to manhandle those parts into position as well as getting in and out of the finished car if I even get it finished.
I am depressed, some more again.
I have been neglecting the model version of the Sprint-T in favor of trying to fix the handling problems inherent in the design of the TGS2. I mean I know I should be doing something on it, but the inspiration has been lacking compared to the TGS2 and posting in the blog.
After it quit raining Sunday evening I went for my walk and picked up a bag of cereal. Yes I’m cheap and buy the bag cereal. It’s slightly cheaper per ounce than the box, we just don’t always have the $ to pay for a bag. I also get PopTarts in the big box except when the sales on the small box makes them cheaper per breakfast. Why cold cereal and PopTarts for a grown man’s breakfast? Simple, those are relatively non-lethal to prepare when I’m pre-caffeine. Cognitive functions generally don’t kick in until the second half of the cup, and it’s much safer to have things that don’t require the use of the stove or anything more complex than pushing the lifter down on the toaster. Even the measuring out of the various ingredients of my cup of coffee have become mostly autonomous. I can’t quite do them in my sleep yet, but I’m close. It’s when things change like switching from milk and sugar to pre-sweetened creamers that stuff gets messed up. More than once I took a swig of what was supposed to be coffee and got a slug of liquid candy instead. And for some reason that stuff just seemed to get sweeter and sweeter during the day. A few hours after pouring my coffee in I felt like pouring it out.
Speaking of my walk, it was so humid after all that rain I could have almost gone for a swim instead. It was 71°F with a 70° dew-point. UGH! sticky! At least it wasn’t hot to go with that sticky.
I would do more writing but my neck and shoulder are starting to bother me and make it hard to type.