Well, that's what they call 'em.
Silly Europeans.
Of course, it's much sillier for someone with a moron project to actually order these things, because they are nothing more than incredibly expensive chrome-plated plastic trim bits on top of the headlights. See, my new, sleek (still sitting in the box) European glass headlights that I bought are slightly different in size from the cloudy US spec plastic lens headlights I have on my car now. Why? Who knows. But the result is that the small bit of chrome-plated plastic trim over the top of my existing headlights could not be reused on my spiffy new lights. And the spiffy new lights can't be installed without the trim pieces in place.
So, I had to order some. From Holland. The parts themselves were 'spensive, but not nearly so much as the shipping. Yet another part that's worth more than the whole car!
Anyway, they FINALLY got here last night, so I want to give a big shout-out to my homie Sjef Spijkers at Scandcar in Moergestel for packing them up nice and securely, but I would like to encourage some bright young plastics artist to start knocking these things off--there are few things made of plastic that are worth quite this many guilders.
Will I get to put them in this weekend? Will I get to install my new old dashboard?
Probably not. We have to clean house. REALLY clean house.
Several weeks ago, just as we were about to leave to go to church on a Wednesday night, a very nice-looking lady pulled up in our driveway. Seems she likes our house, and her sister lives in the neighborhood, and would we like to sell?
WHA!? Obviously not the thing to spring on someone in their driveway, but we have been thinking about getting something where the kids can all have a room of their own. Reba keeps looking at ridiculously-priced things, though, so I pretty much had quit listening until she decided to start being more realistic in our ability to purchase something--preferably something LESS expensive than what we have, which might be hard to find.
Anyway, this surprise visit jumpstarted that whole discussion again, so I off-handedly told the lady if she could find up something with one more bedroom in Trussville, for about the same cash, we might be able to do something.
And then, I forgot about it, because what are the odds of that actually coming to pass? Not good.
Then she called last night, and has now decided her nephew (her sister's son) and family might like our house, and they want to come look at it. Geez. It looks like those scenes from the Gulf--and I had initially said for them to come by on Monday. I thought better of that, though--WAY too much to clean up in such a short amount of time, so they're coming next Saturday afternoon. We MIGHT have it cleaned up by then. But it means not getting to play mechanic with my lump of iron, which I suppose is just as well. Might just be too much excitement, you know?
ANYway, that's to be done, amongst all the other weekenderish types things to be done, and churching, and such like. At least we do have an extra long weekend, although there's something not quite right about actually laboring on Labor Day. Oh well--maybe I'll at least get to sleep just a bit later on Monday than usual.
SO, Lord willing, we'll see you all on Tuesday, full of interesting stuff to discuss.
Y'all stay safe.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 2, 2005 04:45 PM