Umm, okay. That figures.
Strange day, sorta.
Where do I begin?
To tell the story
Of the...oh, yeah. Wrong song.
Oh well.
I started the day by picking up the check from the credit union and then picking up the truck. Drove it home, and discovered a couple things I missed during the test drive. Nothing major, just stuff. The after-market CD player sucks. I only tried the radio, but the display is so dark you can't read anything, and the controls don't seem to make much sense. Oh well. I'll probably replace it anyway. Don't need anything fancy, just something that works. AM/FM and maybe a CD.
Worked in the shop for a while, but felt distracted. Dunno why.
Finally left to take the bus to go get my old car, which was parked where I picked up the truck. Ah the joys of public transportation. The usual confusion and mayhem, fueled by a driver on one bus route that got lost, and the obligatory mental person who talked (loudly) to himself and the demons that plague him for the entire trip on that bus.
Picked up car. It has a temporary trip permit that expires today, so I need to get it home and off the road before a cop claims me. Not to worry, a cop claimed me anyway. Just not for that. He's riding my bumper for some distance, and I keep waiting for the blue light special. However, he doesn't seem interested. I'm going about 30 or so on a main street in town, which is about the same speed everyone else is going. I think the limit on the street is 35, but I don't really know.
Anyway, the light in front of me turns yellow, and, considering there's a cop right behind me, I'm not about to stretch the light, so I lean on the brakes a bit and stop. He doesn't! Whoops. Tagged by a cop because I stopped when the light changed. Huh? If I'd have run it, he would have popped on the overheads and had a conversation for sure.
So, now I'm stopped in the middle of the intersection with the imprint of his push bars in the tailgate of the car I'm trying to donate to a worthy cause. Damn! Of course, there's the usual stuff, but we have to wait for a deputy sheriff since the city police can't very well investigate an accident involving their own. That took an hour, during which time I am not allowed to move my car. The deputy is very good...even measures the marks my tires made, and confirms that I was completely stopped when the "other guy" shoved me into the intersection.
Two witnesses come forward, one a bit too willing to stretch things to insure the cop is guilty. The deputy isn't buying his story, but in most facts he's in agreement with me and the other witness. What fun! The cop isn't saying a word, and that's fine. I didn't horse him around, just asked for the usual information and then (finally) drove off. Gotta call the deputy tomorrow to provide a statement and answer any unanswered questions. This should be lots of fun.
Finally made it home and spent the balance of the evening in the shop. Tomorrow there should be some new picspam I should think. A couple of the stranger elements got installed, and I made a little progress here and there. I'm also contemplating moving the barrel organ out of the shop and upstairs to the gallery (former living room) to make some room. It's not done, but it is really in the way of productivity.
Also spent some time applying both brain cells to the potential plot for the (possible) new book idea. I have identified several elements and events, but they could go together in many different ways, and I'm really trying to figure out the strongest possible "first five pages." I've reached a point where I probably need to slam some words together and then just think more about it. Dunno.
Well, that's the news from Lake Waytheheckandgone, where all the children are back in school...except for Mary Ann Derwintal who would have to explain that large growth where her stomach used to be if she appeared, all the men are hard at work trying to bring in the fall harvest, and all the women are watching DVD's of Dirty Dancing or Ghost and mourning the death of Patrick.
C
Where do I begin?
To tell the story
Of the...oh, yeah. Wrong song.
Oh well.
I started the day by picking up the check from the credit union and then picking up the truck. Drove it home, and discovered a couple things I missed during the test drive. Nothing major, just stuff. The after-market CD player sucks. I only tried the radio, but the display is so dark you can't read anything, and the controls don't seem to make much sense. Oh well. I'll probably replace it anyway. Don't need anything fancy, just something that works. AM/FM and maybe a CD.
Worked in the shop for a while, but felt distracted. Dunno why.
Finally left to take the bus to go get my old car, which was parked where I picked up the truck. Ah the joys of public transportation. The usual confusion and mayhem, fueled by a driver on one bus route that got lost, and the obligatory mental person who talked (loudly) to himself and the demons that plague him for the entire trip on that bus.
Picked up car. It has a temporary trip permit that expires today, so I need to get it home and off the road before a cop claims me. Not to worry, a cop claimed me anyway. Just not for that. He's riding my bumper for some distance, and I keep waiting for the blue light special. However, he doesn't seem interested. I'm going about 30 or so on a main street in town, which is about the same speed everyone else is going. I think the limit on the street is 35, but I don't really know.
Anyway, the light in front of me turns yellow, and, considering there's a cop right behind me, I'm not about to stretch the light, so I lean on the brakes a bit and stop. He doesn't! Whoops. Tagged by a cop because I stopped when the light changed. Huh? If I'd have run it, he would have popped on the overheads and had a conversation for sure.
So, now I'm stopped in the middle of the intersection with the imprint of his push bars in the tailgate of the car I'm trying to donate to a worthy cause. Damn! Of course, there's the usual stuff, but we have to wait for a deputy sheriff since the city police can't very well investigate an accident involving their own. That took an hour, during which time I am not allowed to move my car. The deputy is very good...even measures the marks my tires made, and confirms that I was completely stopped when the "other guy" shoved me into the intersection.
Two witnesses come forward, one a bit too willing to stretch things to insure the cop is guilty. The deputy isn't buying his story, but in most facts he's in agreement with me and the other witness. What fun! The cop isn't saying a word, and that's fine. I didn't horse him around, just asked for the usual information and then (finally) drove off. Gotta call the deputy tomorrow to provide a statement and answer any unanswered questions. This should be lots of fun.
Finally made it home and spent the balance of the evening in the shop. Tomorrow there should be some new picspam I should think. A couple of the stranger elements got installed, and I made a little progress here and there. I'm also contemplating moving the barrel organ out of the shop and upstairs to the gallery (former living room) to make some room. It's not done, but it is really in the way of productivity.
Also spent some time applying both brain cells to the potential plot for the (possible) new book idea. I have identified several elements and events, but they could go together in many different ways, and I'm really trying to figure out the strongest possible "first five pages." I've reached a point where I probably need to slam some words together and then just think more about it. Dunno.
Well, that's the news from Lake Waytheheckandgone, where all the children are back in school...except for Mary Ann Derwintal who would have to explain that large growth where her stomach used to be if she appeared, all the men are hard at work trying to bring in the fall harvest, and all the women are watching DVD's of Dirty Dancing or Ghost and mourning the death of Patrick.
C