I am home early today... been cruising the music videos and found this fun one. Enjoy!
Today I woke up with hives. I do not mean little red dime sized hives. I mean great mother of all time hives. Half of my forehead is one big one, another closed my right eye. At least this time I don't have the parrot lips that sometimes go with them. Sometimes they itch. Sometimes like today they don't. Good thing I wear clothes... I've got extra lumps where no lumps should be. Ha. They will be gone in a day. Until then I can pretend to be Igor or maybe even a suitable Quasimodo.
Good news too. The Aspire lives and moves again. Yay! Yay! Yay!
When Just brought it back to me and I drove it home, I shut it off, got out and happy danced into the house. Later when it occurred to me that I could hop in my car... without calling anyone to drive me... and go to the store. I did exactly that. I hopped down the steps, opened the door, belted in and stuck the key in the lock, gave it a twist and NOTHING.
Hahaha... I laughed at myself. Silly woman, you have to put the clutch in or it won't start. I jammed my foot down, gave it the twist and MORE NOTHING. Odd. It always starts like a champ. I looked around and there it was... the lights were on. Well crap.
You see the last car I was driving for about a week was dabear's old subaru. Its lights are automatic. The Aspire requires a person with minimal brain function to turn the lights off.
Fortunately one of the things that I did for myself for Tax-mas was purchase a nice Black and Decker battery charger... being a person who has had the unfortunate experience of making this same mistake in the past.
Less than an hour later I was back behind my own wheel and tooling on down to the market. This morning when I got up, showered and went to leave for work... VAROOM. I am back in business again. Man it feels good.
Today Just is coming back to bleed the brakes. They got some air in the line when they put in the clutch, which I gather was quite an experience without an axle puller... whatever that is, though I can guess it pulls out axles.
I have to hand it to him, his minion and his grandfather... they did a much better job than the last fella who gave it a shot. He worked most of the night to get it in so that I did not have to bum any more rides. What a hero!
This weekend I'll be off to Sanctuary. But I am sure that you could have guessed that eh? The tires I have on my Aspire now are not the good ones that Billy B. got me. Those were loaned to the now dead in DH's driveway Prism. So that is on the agenda. DH will switch them back on for me and do a compression test on the engine. We can decide how to rid myself of the Prism best for optimum cash.
I'll also have a job interview. Yikes!
With luck, come June... I will be moving close to Sanctuary. Less wear and tear for the car. However, it occurs to me that the very act of moving will remove the need for Sanctuary. I'll have my own little piece of peace. Cool beans! Not that I will stay away from there either. No chance. But the hours will change to smaller doses.
My life will expand in other directions. I have four friends there... five if I count the nudest. But, I am not crazy about visiting him at the nudest colony. My body likes clothing. Yikes! Nor do I want to put my butt where naked butts have been. Eeewwww. Maybe, just maybe I'll even get in to see a Ducks game next season at Autzen.
Despite my very unattractive look today, I am feeling lighthearted and positive. Things are looking up. Brighter days are ahead.
deadwood be done
1 year ago