I’ve spent nearly my entire day in the business of buying a used truck. First it was a trip to get cash. Then it was taking the truck to get checked by my mechanic. Then it was doing the paperwork, which was literally an hour and a half. Now I’m waiting while they detail the truck and replace its battery.
At the used car lot. Looking to replace my dead pick-up. Think I found a worthy replacement.
Driving my mother-in-law’s car to work with its 6 disc CD changer rather than Bluetooth input be like …
On this summer solstice I have plucked eight different tomato varieties from my garden. I am a happy gardener.
The result of breaking down on the freeway shoulder last night: engine needs to be rebuilt. I also drove over a nail and need a new tire.
An hour between breaking down and getting towed. An hour between arrival of tow truck and sitting in my own sofa. Not bad.
This is me right now, 15 minutes from home.
I remember learning as a school kid that holidays aren’t forever, that they don’t always start at the event they commemorate. It took Thanksgiving about 150 years to go from original event – the First Thanksgiving – to being recognized by a newly founded US government and an additional 70 years to become a proper federal holiday. George Washington was pushing up daisies for about 80 years before the government thought to recognize his passing. Let’s not even touch on Christmas. As a kid I really couldn’t grasp how this could be. Something worth celebrating has always been worth celebrating, right?
Meet Abe Lincoln and the German Johnson. Also, that’s probably not safe to Google.
Realistically the last hurrah before summer heat kills my tomato plants