4/29/13

I’m quite sore today.  Friday after work I stopped in at the credit onion and pulled out enough money to have $1,000.00 in my pocket at the swap meet.  Saturday morning I picked up Larry and we headed to the speedway.  We got there early enough to grab a second-row parking spot!  We began walking the rows.  On the very first row was an $800.00 1941 Ford pickup cab.  I grokked it pretty good and kept it in mind as we walked away.  I looked from the next row as we passed and thought about it some more.  I think I did it again as we passed on the third row.  There were some interesting things, y’know other than that cab, but nothing I “needed.”  On about the fourth row we found a trailer with three truck cabs on it.  The one at the very back was another 1941 Ford.  He only wanted $700.00 for that one.  I thought about it long and hard (tee hee, I said "long and hard!") as well.  We continued to walk.  It was quite pleasant out with cloud cover and a nice cool temperature… but having not walked that much in a long time, we were beginning to slow down at around 1200 h.  I suggested we grab some food and sit in the truck to eat it.  I got a “Philly Cheese Steak” and Larry got a hot dog.  Now, there is nothing like a good Philly Cheese Steak sandwich… and that WAS nothing like a good Philly Cheese Steak sandwich!  It wasn’t bad, per se, but it had that “processed American cheese food product” goop, better known as Velveeta or Cheeze Whiz, rather than the proper provolone of a proper PCS.  I ate the hell out of it and licked the foil wrapper clean… but it wasn’t a Cheese Steak.  That’s all I'm saying.  Anyhoo, after we sat for a while, we forced ourselves out of the truck and back to the walking.  The sun was beginning to poke its head out so as soon as we got to the gate, I decided I needed my sunglasses and Larry wanted to ditch his jacket.  We walked back to Fifi.  Finally we went back in and walked the second half… sort of.  We did the north half of the east half… the north east quarter if you will, and then the car corral with all the “Trailer Queens.”  When we’d finished the CC, we sat down again and rested.  It was probably 1500 h or so by now.  We discussed the truck cab.  I said, “Ok, let’s skip the last quarter of the show and go back to the $700.00 cab.  I'll offer him $500.00 for it and we’ll see where it goes from there.”  We argued $400.00 versus $500.00 for a bit… Larry and I, that is.  I'm not sure what his reason for $400.00 was but I felt that it was a bit too low of a bid.  We also argued whether or not I should do it at all.  The argument, “We’d have to load it on the truck then UNLOAD it at the shop…” trumped, “Yeah, but it’s here!” and we walked straight back to Fifi.  I took Larry home and headed to my house.  There I collapsed into my chair and watched TV until bedtime.  Oh, at some point I texted John to see if it were even remotely possible for him to come with me on Sunday to look at the cabs again.  He replied back that it depended on time.  I looked up the closing time and all I could find was that the vendors had to be out by 1700 h.  I pretty much knew we weren’t going to make it by then but I didn’t want to keep bugging John on his camping trip.  At around 2200 h, after watching “The Nerdist” on BBC America, I tried to go to bed.  Yeah, that wasn’t happening.  I got up and took a soak in a hot bath.  That made my legs and feet feel better… good enough that I could get to sleep finally.  Sunday morning I felt much better.  So good in fact, that I considered hooking up the trailer and going back to the swap meet to grok the truck cabs again.  This I did not do.  Instead, I sat in front of the TV all day with the cat.  I napped and slept, literally, all day.  Every time I got up to pee or feed either the cat or myself, my legs protested.  But at least they weren’t throbbing painfully like they had been Saturday night.  Today they still let me know I was an idiot Saturday, but they aren’t killing me.  I've also got a pretty wicked sunburn on the back of my neck because I chose a baseball cap instead of my usual big floppy hat.  Oh well.  What are you going to do?  Me?  I'm going to call it a rant.  Have a day.