One year ago today: January 21, 2018, the privileges of rank.
Five years ago today: January 21, 2014, aha, the magneto.
(the scooter has the same problem again.)
Nine years ago today: January 21, 2010, 100,000 pending.
Random years ago today: January 21, 2007, absolutely perfect?
It was a “not much” day, so let’s see what tales rise to the top of the trailerl court on such an occasion. First, I got the car into the shop, where they kept it all day. Long stays in the garage with that car give me financial anxiety. I’m learning first hand what can go wrong with a car just parked in Florida for 13 years. The warning light was a bad vacuum line and the brake rotors alone had a $100 estimate. It was too chilly for bicycling, so I walked to Dunkin, then to the post office, the thrift was closed, as was the library, but Ricks great coffee was open. The brew is so good I don’t mind the price.
Yep, all that was required was either trivial or warranty of their own previous work. I told you how I always pay top dollar in cash to the best shop I can find, and they responded. The vacuum alarms was the seal around the gas cap, which they threw in for free, and the rotors were some related adjustment they corrected because they had done the job a few months back. They also kept the car all day for inspection and report it is in good condition. How about that?
Meanwhile, I’m getting phone calls concerning Petunia. That’s the lady who failed to show for her ride to Miami last Wednesday. The way JZ is taking it is that if she had made it, he would have missed out a golden opportunity. For him this is true, and it is also the way his brain operates. He knows he has to do something or he’s going to lose everything to the casinos, and I am all for him meeting and dating Petunia. She’ll ride shotgun on the guy, trust me. My buddy knows how to obey orders, as long as they come from a blonde & blue woman.
[Author’s note: there’s a bit more to that than speculation. You see, JZ had told his sister about meeting Petunia two years ago and she also thinks the meeting would be win-win. As I wrote two weeks back, Petunia chatted with me about the guy for around ten minutes, and he’s told her pretty much what she needs to know. That he gets a weekly allowance equal to her monthly income. I said it before, with a firm hand on the throttle, there is no reason, if she stays working, they could not have a great life together.
Yes, I’m looking at the callous facts, but I also know money is the biggest cause of divorce. I also recognize the situation of women who suddenly develop an interest in finding a good man later in life, when, shall we say, their own resources run out. Since she is still quite pretty, it’s something else that went wrong, and I’d advise my pal to find out what it is before any commitment. My fear is something medical. I have another pal whose father married a pretty girl who had disguised the fact she had tuberculosis. He spent the rest of his life working like a gronk to pay for that mistake.]
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Later, I found enough ingredients to make a sort of strudel from the dough last day. Shown here is some apple raising filling before roll-up. Some folks say peel the apples, but I find no difference, so I don’t bother. I was generally cleaning up the yard because I thought it would be cooler, but it was cold. Really cold. It made me realize again how little winter clothing I’ve got. I wised up and brought all three heaters into one room. I’m at a loss to understand how this insulated room still needs so much heat or A/C during inclement weather. I mean, the place is really insulated, including the floor.
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There is a flurry of e-mails to Nashville that I cannot answer without going downtown for WiFi. So around 8:30PM I’m driving to the donut place when I notice the old club is empty. It’s much closer, so I get in there and see one lady at the bar. She says hi, so do I, but I have work to do. She says I don’t remember her, which I don’t. Seems that I danced with her on New Year’s Eve. Hmmm, I danced with a lot of ladies that night. To me, that’s all it was. Not the start of a relationship with an older heavy-set woman who wears way too much black eye makeup. I pleaded the Hunt Brother’s defense.
My diet. Something has happened. It is day 413 and I was gripped by pain around my midsection. Not a tummy ache, but a dull pain directly inside that hard-to-lose triglyceride “belly fat”. Or the layer just under it, hard to tell. It is a sensation that the fat is “fighting back”, which I know is ridiculous. But if it gets any worse, I might check myself in. Simple hand pressure makes it intolerable. I have never had this before but it seems directly related to the diet.
Here’s one for you. The pain is acute at times, but I’m finally losing weight again. I’ve never heard of this type of reaction before, but then, how many people really go without a meal for 413 days? It is a combination of “tummy ache” and muscle cramp. But it is lessening as the day progresses and at this rate won’t be here tomorrow. And if I’m losing weight marginally faster, I’ll learn to ignore it. Anyway, this is just for the record, you know, in case National Enquirer needs my diet story for the going rate.
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