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davehudson.bsky.social
Working as a self-employed handyman after many miserable years as a writer. Vinyl collector, reader, restorer of soulful vehicles.
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Reached that point of #insomnia where I’m not going to lie in bed for six hours — awake and suffering — before getting a 90 minute nap and waking up to the pre-dawn glow. I’m just not going to go to bed anymore. I’m also going to delete this app off my phone. Maybe I’ll come back. #goodbye

I am so tired.

Trying to order a car part… how do things keep getting worse?

Door latch is fixed. Unfortunately, I ascertained that I have a leaky heater core. It’s been dripping slowly for months. You all might be able to see that the passenger mat is damp. I will go ahead and order that. This car gets driven; I want to keep it nice.

It’s all dumb jokes or doom.

Every post here is depressing. Every one. I’m thinking it’s not for me. I try to post about happy car (book, record) stuff to buoy myself but people are too busy spiraling to see it.

Been having a little fun figuring out why the Mustang driver’s door won’t latch. It’s not the latching mechanism, confounding my expectations, but instead the push-button handle. Should be a free fix, too.

We are absolutely playing. Bolt hasn’t felt this well since June.

Continuation of the story which no one will care about: I drove two hours in my 66 Mustang to visit my sick brother. Took that car because my other cars are broken… Ready to head home and the driver side door won’t latch closed. I bought a bungee cord to keep it shut as I get home.

I get a lot less engagement on here than I thought I would. I guess, to get some attention, I need to obsess about Trump or other things I can do nothing about.

That’s the overpass that leads to Beaver Crossing Nebraska

This is Waverly Nebraska. Five minutes from my house.

Welp, I’m driving my vintage Mustang two hours to the city of Hastings, Nebraska, to visit my brother who wound up in the hospital. I have two vehicles right now out of five that I own that are running. This 66 Mustang and a 73 International Harvester pick up. I hope this old girl gets me there.

I’m thinking about doubling the size of our vegetable garden from 4x8 feet (plus some pots) to 8x8 feet (plus some pots. Photo: picture of my son helping me build the first enclosure five years ago and the finished thing.

This is for the folks who asked how Bolt was doing. He’s doing great. Back to his old self as a senior dog.

It sounds as though I am to be a candidate to donate a kidney to my brother. I want to, of course. For many reasons, some noble. But I also want to keep all my insides. It’s an interesting situation.

Not consuming any news this weekend. Just Doc Watson. youtube.com/watch?v=C81V...

I turned off notifications from news sources on my phone. Hopefully that helps. Nothing I can do anyway. This country got fascism curious; just have to try to ride it out.

It’s really hard to be positive at the moment.

The worst drivers in the world can be found in Lincoln, Nebraska. Bold when they should be timid, timid when they should be bold. And let’s not even get into the quality of the roads.

I slept well. Planning a good day.