My poor little car is wounded. I have a bad transmission or axle – I hope it’s the latter since it’s cheaper- and I have to put it in the shop today, which means I’ll be driving the boat (Ford Ranger) for a few days. Oh well, there’s always golf.
Went to an auction over the weekend and bought two PCs, cheap, cheap, cheap. One I’m going to setup for Sharon and the other for my sister. Both have small hard drives, which I’ll replace and I may have a line on two hard drives for a good price.
The neighborhood grass feud continues and it appears as though the paranoid old guy (no not me) is erecting a rather large fence and hopefully that will resolve his viewing issues and abate the flurry of emails. However, I’m sure the email relief will be temporary and it won’t be long before the POG (paranoid old guy) will find something else to complain about. While I don’t agree with the POG –not completely anyway- I can’t understand why a Doctor and a Jaguar-driving big time Christian woman with three teenage kids can’t or won’t take better car of their yard in a nice well-kept neighborhood. I mean if cleanliness is truly next to Godliness, wouldn’t that include your lawn?
Saw the grandkids Sunday before the MINI event and Sara is becoming a real joy. She recognizes me and although she can’t pronounce GPa (my grandfather nickname given to me by Sharon) the fact that she recognizes me is heartwarming. Evan at three months is also a pleasure to see and hold even though he isn’t at the playful stage yet and it’s still hard for me to believe I have a grandson named after me. Life is good, wounded auto or not.
