Running my trains.
I'm a little burnt on Covid right now. My boss had a heart attack. He's going into surgery tomorrow. I get to run the practice for eight weeks in a world of Covid worry. Inconsistent CDC guidelines. Unknowns. 50% of patients furloughed. If I get Covid, 14 employees get a two week layoff, the boss will lose the practice, and 80 or so patients get to "take two weeks off" because they came in to see "me". Never mind they are out partying like it's 1999 with little or no care in the world.
Enough.
I've even removed myself from my wife/daughter (she just started summer camp) so if they get it, it won't take me down.
Now I'm really missing out, but that's the playing field for the time being.
So- I fired up the unused trainset, and had to run the trains at full speed to blow off the track corrosion. My point and shoot couldn't keep up. Seeing the trainset after some time, it reminded me of how a trainset is a lifelong project. You never finish it, just keep on going in a work in progress. Even with my covidcation over spring, I never even stepped one foot near the trainset, too busy with the tractor projects.
I would say I need to simplify- but the smell of the burning electricity/brushes on the engines was delightful!
Below are some buildings I made a while back. I could spend the rest of my life weathering stick buildings. Too many projects. Not enough time. Did I mention the 911 needs the front window resealed and new bushings?
I am my dad, and I'm sick of Covid.
