Lack of blogging energy

After my flurry of blog posts 2 weeks ago, I have struggled to get a post a day out. I attribute it to the diet my wife has me on.

In an attempt to get me down the final 15 lbs. to where I want to be, we have entered a pact to help one another. She is wanting to drop a few pounds and is in control of the food. I have had to do all my weight loss without the support of good food choices. Since she is really committed to this, I no longer have any bad food choices available (they are still here, but she carries a big stick to keep me away from them).

We have been on this diet 6 days and we have each lost 6 lbs. According to my somewhat abnormal tendency to weigh myself about 10 times a day, I think I will be down at least another pound tomorrow.

While that is all good, I think that has contributed to my lack of posting. There is a certain need for high energy foods to be able to keep the brain working. Apparently I am not getting enough to even write blog posts.

That must explain why my desk has gotten junked up and I can no longer see the surface. Oh, wait, there is nothing strange about that. Drats.

What am I paying $13 for?

LetterI have not been to the mailbox in 3 weeks or more. Today I went to see what kind of loot might be waiting for me. Sometimes I will get birthday cards and such from some of our supporting churches. There are unexpected gifts that come. Sometimes I have to pay custom’s fees, but they are gifts none the less.

Today I went with hopes of having a mailbox full of stuff.

One measly letter. It was the financial report from our mission board. All the information in that envelope was sent to me 2 months ago via email.

I pay $13 a year for the privilege of getting old financial statements?

Maybe someone can send me a postcard. I guess I just have to give you my address so you can.

Adventures of Spot and Fluffy

Yesterday my wife and I got up and did our respective things. She went downstairs to get the coffee going and I checked the email inbox (like I do about 350 times a day).

Shortly my wife was calling me downstairs to help with “a problem.” I got down there and she was looking around on the floor for something. It was Fluffy the hamster. Somehow, he disconnected his water bottle from the side of his box. Then he used the extra height that the bottle provided to jump up to the ledge of the box. He pulled himself up and over the edge.

How he got down from there is not known. He could have jumped the 3 feet from the table to the floor. Or he may have jumped onto a backpack that was sitting near. Either way, it was quite a leap of faith.

We found him under the couch making friends with a dust bunny.

As soon as we put him back in his cage he was jumping up as hard as he could trying to grab the ledge and pull himself out again. He is quite adventurous.

This morning our daughter was talking to Spot, whom she had already declared was sleeping. We tried to explain that they like to sleep during the day. It is something that you explain hoping that the 3 year old will understand, but knowing you will probably have to say it a few hundred more times before it sinks in.

A short time later, she jumps back a little bit and screeches, “Oh No! Spot’s awake!”

I think I would be too if a giant human were standing over me singing and talking as loud as she could while I was trying to sleep. Hmm, not much unlike the music our neighbors play all night.

We are not in Mexico anymore

After we crossed the border into Texas, we drove about 10 miles before we hit our first red light. Which, because of the fuel pump problems, meant that the truck died. We had a bit of trouble getting it restarted before the light turned green. By the time I got it started and was able to move at a crawl, the light turned red again.Native Texan

Here is the difference between Mexico and Texas. In Mexico, the man who was sitting behind us at the light would have been honking his horn the whole time and probably yelling curses at us for making him miss the light. But, since we were in Texas, what actually happened was that the man behind us waited patiently and as soon as he knew we were having problems, he pulled up beside us and asked us if we needed any help. There were no horns. No curses. Just a friendly smile and an offer of help.

Where was he when we were sitting on the side of the road in Mexico for 3 hours waiting for someone to help?

Can you tell I am a native Texan?

The root of all evil

We finally found the root of the truck problems. To make a very long, and somewhat boring, story short it was the fuel pump.

While the fuel pump was suspected early on, it was ruled out by just about every mechanic who laid hands on the truck. In fact, I think they all suspected the fuel pump as a possible cause, but upon further questioning, it was ruled that it could not be the fuel pump.

The reason it was ruled out is that the truck would maintain speed when you got it up to speed on the highway. Even though it was rough to get going sometimes, and sometimes top speed was only 40 MPH, it was always able to maintain that speed…until Saturday.

While changing the timing chain and a few sensors that mechanics said were probably the cause, I even did the “bang on the tank while the truck is running” trick. The idea is that if it is your fuel pump and you bang on the tank while it is running rough, that shock may kick the fuel pump into action. Though the test does not rule out the fuel pump as the problem, if it does run better, it is almost assuredly a fuel pump problem.

I have changed sensors and timing chain (which desperately needed it anyway) and reset the timing and checked all the vacuum hoses and replaced the gasket in the glove box. But because the truck was not showing some classic fuel pump symptoms, it was determined that it was probably a computer problem. The reason that was suspected is that each time you started the truck, you would get a whole new set of symptoms. If it ran poorly after a restart, then starting it again may give you better results. That certainly did not indicate fuel pump.

Then there was Saturday. This was the day the transmission had been rebuilt. We got back on the road to make it the last couple of hours to the border. I could not hold highway speed. The 1 hour 20 minute trip took 3 hours. Most of the time we were cruising along between 40 and 45 MPH. Not fun. Every time we slowed down the truck would die. Each time you hit a speed bump. Every town that you had to go through. It was fun restarting the truck several times while waiting in line to cross the border into Texas.

As soon as we got across the border we headed straight to the place we are staying. We pulled in and that is when the truck would no longer start. The fuel pump completely died. It no longer kicked in when the key was turned on.

1300 miles and 2 weeks traveling, it at least waited until we pulled into our destination of a few days before it gave up the ghost.

I borrowed** a bicycle and made a few 10 mile round trips to the parts store to get the truck going again. We called a church that we had visited before and they sent someone to give us a ride for church Sunday.

Monday morning we borrowed** some gas cans from the same place where the bicycle came from to empty the 20 gallons of gas that was still in the tank. There ended up being another 10 gallons in the tank that we were unable to get out because we did not have enough cans.

My wife is becoming a pretty good mechanic’s helper. Also, since we did not want to risk blowing up the house we were staying in if something went wrong, she did a good job of helping me push the Suburban to a less damaging location if something went BOOM. (BTW, 9 year old boys are not real helpful when trying to push a Suburban.)

**Listen to the upcoming episode of the podcast to hear where the bike and gas cans came from.