I am going to have so much car karma
I'm back in Arizona now, which, considering my luck with cars is a feat in and of itself. Susan was a very good girl the whole trip; I like it when the car gives no trouble. But that's not all that interesting to talk about, so I'm going to step into the time machine and go back to, I don't know, say, last Sunday. I drove the bawv up to Baton Rouge to help Jennifer move her stuff out of her apartment, and that went well. Driving back, however, did not go so well. I was just outside of Laplace when I heard a loud "ka-thunk" and saw something black fly past the window. The tread flew off of the left front tire.
No big deal you might say. But I bent the lug wrench trying to take the nuts off. Stupid mechanics and their air tools. My dad had to drive out there to supply me with a proper wrench. And then I had to get back to New Orleans at 35mph on a 14 year old doughnut spare.
Aside from that, here's the promised picture of the Fogelman Arena baseline "e".
The lens fogged up with the humidity, so it's kind of dim, but one is still able to bask in the coolness of the thing.
Back to more recent events, I sort of booted the arrival in Arizona, what with not being able to get into the house and all. This turn of events, however, did get my mother into a hotel and out of my hair. I think I've figured out that about a day and a half is the longest continuous period of time I can spend with her before she drives me nuts. I wish I could say I planned that outcome so she'd stay at the hotel, but that would be mean and a lie. It worked out though--improvisation, not planning, is my strong suit.
Bratwurst and brötchen last night were delicious. Even if it did take until midnight. Not my fault though--I just cooked the brats and boiled over beer all over the stove. The rolls were comically long in the baking.
And today I built a desk. Screws go in better when the drill bit isn't cheesed.
No big deal you might say. But I bent the lug wrench trying to take the nuts off. Stupid mechanics and their air tools. My dad had to drive out there to supply me with a proper wrench. And then I had to get back to New Orleans at 35mph on a 14 year old doughnut spare.
Aside from that, here's the promised picture of the Fogelman Arena baseline "e".
The lens fogged up with the humidity, so it's kind of dim, but one is still able to bask in the coolness of the thing.
Back to more recent events, I sort of booted the arrival in Arizona, what with not being able to get into the house and all. This turn of events, however, did get my mother into a hotel and out of my hair. I think I've figured out that about a day and a half is the longest continuous period of time I can spend with her before she drives me nuts. I wish I could say I planned that outcome so she'd stay at the hotel, but that would be mean and a lie. It worked out though--improvisation, not planning, is my strong suit.
Bratwurst and brötchen last night were delicious. Even if it did take until midnight. Not my fault though--I just cooked the brats and boiled over beer all over the stove. The rolls were comically long in the baking.
And today I built a desk. Screws go in better when the drill bit isn't cheesed.