September 7, 2011
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so, as I'm finishing the last sentence of yesterday's entry, I throw on some shoes and grab the mower from under the porch, just then, Brian comes back into the yard, and asks once again if I can help him with installing his shocks (this guy doesn't take no for an answer
). I end up spending a good 4 hours underneath his truck, trying to break free the rustiest of bolts grumbling "this is the reason why I didn't wanna help..."
. my hydraulic jack (that he barrowed, along with a bunch of tools) breaks a seal and slowly loses its will to lift (I guess for $20 I got a good 8-10 years out of it). my attitude started to change after a good couple 5 beers, and it did feel good to accomplish the job, so I wasn't in a grumpy mood for long. btw, it's amazing how much free instruction one gets by simply typing "how to change shock absorbers...Ford explorer" within Youtube.com search. it's better than any high paying trade school in auto mechanics if you find the right vids. Afterward, I look at the shocks on my shrimpy truck. they look easier to replace than the Explorers, but I don't wanna sink anymore cash into my ride unless I absolutely have to, and so far, I'm not bottoming out or bouncing to the moon with each pot hole...another partly cloudy day, cool and windy. I wake up this morning half froze with all my windows open last night, it got down right cold. I wake up with a low grade cold (minor snotty head, hackin' goobs, and coughing fits). just when I completely forget about my "cracked throat", I go and get a cold to remind me. I take a mid-day power-nap and feel better. still kind of weak. hopefully, whatever it is, is gone by Friday. we'll see. working at the stalag with a cold bites hard. maybe I'll get some good otc drugs to try and blast it away. [...] man, my shoulders are feeling yesterdays wrenchings
. it's quite the claustrophobic workout scraping knuckles underneath an SUV. oh well, I'll be fine...[...]
just as I'm finishing my thoughts on that last paragraph, look who wanders over. the neighbor chick from the street over, who made the uncomfortable advances, and who's dog pooped on my porch (while I was trying to enjoy my Kung Fu movie. see about 4 entries ago). this time I don't invite her onto the porch for a beer. she stands by the stairs and asks me for a favor. can I drive her to the gas station in town, so she can buy some smokes? "nope. sorry. I already started drinkin' and I can't afford another DUI". alright, so it was a white lie (as my coffee cup sits on the rail that she's leaning against). she can find a willing victim somewhere else...
anyway, upon rechecking my schizophrenic to-do list, I'm reminded that I need to rehang my shed doors. they've slumped a bit, and drag against the grass while opening 'em, making it twice as hard to open once the snow flies . it looks like a nice day to fix that (ready...GO!)
later: you gotta love it, Brian (almost room mate/neighbor) that couldn't take no for an answer yesterday, asks today if I can help him take that ceiling fan down that the 'Squatch and I installed a couple days ago, and put up the old fan. "damn dude, do ya gotta put me to work everyday on my weekend? there's 400 people in this park and you constantly pick me? you gonna change your mind again tomorrow and have me help you put up the new one again?!", I know, selfish, right? but he has no idea how much I like to slack on my days off, and I still have my to-do list to hit...it used to be worse back when he needed a ride to pick up/drop off (Russian cabby: Piko Pandropov) his car 5 times a week. anyway. I take a huge power-nap to try and shake this cold. it seems to be nearly gone-ish. I thought sure the nap would have been interrupted by an insistent neighbor who wants a fan replaced. nope.
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