8/8/13

That “half an hour” ride with Larry before lunch yesterday turned out to be an hour and a half since I, apparently, cannot read a clock.  But that is not important… of course neither is anything else I have to say in here, but I'm going to say it anyway.  While we were moving John's stuff Saturday, I asked where his head was in regards to the red Dodge van I was on about last week… two weeks ago for y'all.  What he said was something to the effect of, “I sent that ad as a feeler to gauge your interest in that MODEL of van, not that van in particular.”  With that information in mind, we decided that we’d wait until after the shop move, now to be completed in October, to sell Fifi and buy a van.  Of course I am in such a rotten mood and general funk about everything that I couldn’t give two shits right now.  Van, no van, Fifi, no Fifi, shop, no shop, several Datsuns, no Datsuns, Seven, no Seven… I really don’t care about having any of them right now.  Well, maybe The Seven.  Of course by the time y'all read this we will have moved John's 1200, along with all the bits we have on hand to finish Lil' Wiggly, to the new shop so I might be in a better mood.  We’ll see.  Speaking of the new shop, and the “several Datsuns” question, I think I am going to offer to sell George to the dude from Denton looking for an autocross 1200 coupe.  If he were to come to the new shop to look at it this weekend, last weekend for y'all so the point is really moo, he would get a smokin’ deal on the thing.  I don’t know, we’ll see.  Ok, I've checked three different clocks this time, it is actually 1115 h.  I am going to begin making my way down to hang out with Larry before lunch.  I'll probably come back to talk some more this afternoon because there ain't shit going on today.  And maybe I won't.