September 6, 2012

• after a day of my shrimpy truck being in the shop, I answer a voice-mail as to what he thinks needs to be done.  first he claims that there is a broken [whats-it] on the master cylinder of which they have to pull the transmission to fix, so I'd be foolish not to change the clutch plate and throw out bearing while it's torn off, then he gives me a quote for a bad brake line that needs replacing, ending with the gas tank straps look like they're ready to rust completely off, and the back shocks are in bad shape.   he may have mentioned a couple other things (replacing all 4 wheel cylinders due to the old having broken brake bleeder whatUcallits, etc.), but I was in a state of Dutch shock when he gave me the estimated cost to fix of all this.  $1300! (didn't I just buy a newer car, so I could avoid throwing money away?).  now, I could have whittled a couple things off the list (well, maybe one...the shocks), but I told him to go ahead and fix it all.  meanwhile, I'm thinkin' I'd prob'ly only get about 13 for it if I turned around and sold the damn thing, but I do like the ol' bomb and if it gets me thru another winter (or two), it'll be a good investment.  one never knows putting that kind of dough (D'oh!) into a 15 year old wreck.  today, I make the gamble...

  passed out during the Cowboys/Giants game last night, so I never did find out who won (I'll google it).  spent some time cleaning yesterday morning, sweeping/mopping the kitchen floor, cleaning out all the partial cans of paint I stored for years in the cupboard built into the kitchen island, as well as clean out the cupboards above the washer and dryer (good gawd! I store a lot of crap).  it feels good to clean.  maybe today, I'll get in that shed and straighten things out, so I can get the snow-blower out when needed (it's kind of buried at the moment). Brian grills up some pork, baked tators, and corn before the football game (mmmmmmmms!).  he sees his doctor about knee replacement yesterday. the doc tells him he's a good candidate for it, but doesn't wanna perform the surgery claiming he's too young...he wants it done in a bad way, so he'll see another doctor today.  meanwhile, in the same breath, he tells me he just signed up for a fall softball league, of which he's always icing something after every game.

  using the shrimpy batmobile to hit my favorite beer store, pulls the same chokin' and pukin' thing.  it only occurs while the car is warming up, then it smooths out into its normal ride.  I gotta let my mechanic know (when he's finished with my truck, of course). it'll be good to have two solidly working vehicles. it'll take some time for my wallet to recover, but what the hell, right?

  otherwise, just another slack filled day.  drink beers, plays some Crysis2, watch more episodes of TedTV, it was kind of a half a rainy day to do anything outside, but relaxing none-the-less...

  pooperdog looks at me as if to say 'I'm ready for our barefoot pooperdog walk, dad'

   

   

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