1/26/11

As Spiderman posted yesterday, I have been without intergoogles since Friday night. Mom’s golem, or molem, or what the hell ever the thing that connects computers to the dubya-coms is called, died sometime between me sending Friday’s rant to Spiderman and me trying to log up before going to bed. This laptop almost died then. The power LED did get a screwdriver poked through it because I was sick of the motherfucker lighting up the whole room. But that’s a different story. Saturday was, to say the least, a disappointment. Wait, Friday afternoon I reserved a $19.95 U-Haul truck, to be picked up at 1800 h, so I could go to Glen Rose and pick up mom’s dining room table and chairs she’d had refinished. I didn't want to risk the new finish by using Fifi. I figured it was worth it. We'll get to that in a bit. Saturday morning John arrives at the house with his youngest son Lucas. We leave Lucas with mom and head out to get the furniture. We get to the guy’s place and I have a look at the table and chairs. I am NOT impressed. I don't say anything though. We load the stuff and surround it with half of the $10.00 blankets I rented with the truck. On the way back, John calls to see if mom has fed Lucas and when the answer is affirmative, we stop at Niester’s for some German throw-down grub. It was the only part of the day that was any good. OK, I forgot about that until I just wrote it, the day wasn't a total loss after all. We unload the furniture at the house then John and Lucas follow me in Ms. Clio while I return the truck. OK, so we have $19.95 for the truck and $10.00 for blankets, right? Wrong! Where they make the money is mileage. At, get this, $0.99 per mile my total came to $167.53! Had I known just how unimpressed I was going to be with the man’s work, I would have used Fifi. I should have used Fifi. Fuck. Anyhoo, after my financial raping by U-Haul, we head to the shop to get an A-12 carburetor for John's B-210. We finger we’ll take the one off of Gigi’s engine, the one sitting under the shelves. Yeah, Gigi’s engine doesn't have a carburetor, or intake manifold for that matter, on it. I would have sworn it did. We searched the shop and could only find two A-series carburetors in the whole place, Lil' Wiggly's and one that has been cannibalized. I apologize and we leave. They drop me at the house and head home in Fifi again. I go back out and buy lag bolts to attach the top of the table to the base and then go about fingering out how to align the two. I get the top on and we stand back to have a look. Yep, it looks like crap. There are gouges all over the surfaces of the thing where he sanded too deep. It is far from smooth. As for the color, I guess we’ll get used to it, eventually. It is a lot lighter than before. The chairs don't look like he did anything with the finish except sand through and reapplied it on the back of one. They are much tighter though, which was one of the main criteria. For how long? I'm not going to speculate. Sunday I didn't do shit until evening when I took Petey out to the range. I blew through 165 rounds and went to the shop to clean the gun. I like it. Now, I'm a big enough man to admit this next part. Remember how I “complained” that Katey wasn't the most accurate gun I've ever owned? Well, there is the ever so slight possibility that it might be partially my fault. Petey wasn't as accurate as I'd hoped either. But the gun did go “BANG” every time I pulled the trigger and was in the “kill zone” at “social interaction distances” so I'm ready to call it “broke in” and keep it by my chair while watching TV. That gets y'all up to Monday. I'll get into the details of Monday and Tuesday tomorrow.