Possumblog

To the Past!

Let's travel back in time to around 3:00 yesterday, and catch up on the most exciting post of the day that you never got to see--unless you did. This is the post that I would have posted here yesterday to complete the story arc of my weekend and the frustration of dealing with people who can't seem to figure out electrical cords.

GRRR! If people don't quit interrupting me with inane requests to turn on the laptop, I'm not EVER gonna get this junk posted! PLUG! IT! IN! TURN! IT! ON!

Sounds like some kind of hippy chant. I'll stop that now. But I'm still mad at them for being big technobabies.

ANYway, FRIDAY.

Reba and I went to Wal-Mart. Nothing quite like a date with your wife where you wind up at a large purveyor of low-priced merchandise. But, one takes what one can get--we had a thing at church Sunday we needed to prepare for, and Saturday was going to be full of me working on the car and her being otherwise indisposed ceramicking with the girls, so it was the only time we had.

We made the best of it, though.

I took particular pains to direct her through all the frozen food bins and cases. Juvenile, yes, but entertaining for me nonetheless. Especially since she just thought we were looking for frozen chicken. We also took a moment for me to go get some stuff to work on the car, and then it was outside to the garden shop to get a couple of pots of chrysanthemmousmmsmms for the front porch.

Home then, and to bed, then up again early for my first treat of the day--uninterrupted, guilt-free time in the junkyard! Yay! Found a couple of unbroken defroster vents and radio speaker grilles for the dashboard. The new dash has these as well, but seeing as how it's taking forever to get it installed, I figured there'd be no harm in the old dash looking just a bit better with newer vents and grilles. The old ones look like a small pile of plastic shreds. Also found a couple of glovebox locks that don't fit, and another lighter with the cigarette image still on it (even though I don't smoke, I still want the knobs and such to look presentable), and another armrest out of which I will get the foam so I don't have that big ugly gouge that mine has. And I just played in amongst the junkers. One tip for folks--if your car is in a wreck, do everything in your power to get all of your personal papers out of it before it gets to the junkyard. It is absolutely amazing to me what people leave in their wrecked cars--credit card receipts, security system codes, Social Security cards. A) don't carry junk like that in your car, and B) if you do, don't leave it in there after your wreck.

Home again, picked up Boy from Grandmom's and Grandad's, and off to home with him to start my headlight project.

"Want to help me work on the car?!"

"Well, I was going to read my book."

Oh well.

Off then to do that, which, as I noted this morning, is amply covered in loving photographic detail elsewhere in the Wonderful World of Possum.

The girls got home sometime in there, then went back out, then came back. We ate supper and I spent the rest of the night trying to get the grease out of my fingernails before Sunday. Not much luck, actually.

Up early Sunday, got all of our foods together for the eating deal at church, went to church, had an excellent service, got to see a whole bunch of people for lunch, ate our fill, cleaned up some, left, went home and read my newspaper, went back Sunday night, had another good lesson, went home, ate, and went to bed. Then came in Monday and I was shackled to the rest of the chain gang and broke rocks for a while.

AND NOW, mostly done with the paying work, aside from having to wetnurse a bunch of people who can't seem to use a computer, despite the fact that they use one continually at their desks, and have ones at home, and talk about the cool computer stuff they bought for their kids.

But, at least things have slacked off somewhat. Tomorrow is still Mailout Thursday, though, so I'm still not completely free of silly old bothersome work.

There now. All is right with the world.

Except for this disturbing news story from yesterday--

These Days Are Ours: 'Happy Days' Musical To Spin in Los Angeles Debut

Yep. Happy Days, the Musical.

It's hard to believe it could get any worse. Then again, I suppose there is always the possibility of a movie deal...

Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 20, 2005 08:22 AM