11/1/13

I was going to mention that it my ex-girlfriend Paula’s birthday… but I don’t think I will.  Nor will I mention that she’s probably turning 45 today.  Wait, is that right?  Feh, it doesn’t matter.  I am about 99.9999998% sure she doesn’t read this anyway.  The only person who might read this and knew her is Pat… and I'm pretty sure he couldn’t care less.  So that is why I'm not going to mention it.  No, no, don’t try and talk me into it, I've made up my mind.  So what else is going on?  Hmm… nope, I've got nothin’.  I'm not sure what the plan for tomorrow is but I imagine I'll be going to the shop for a little while at least.  I'm thinking that since the engine hoist is still set up, I might lift the 302 off the motor mounts in Lil' Wiggly and see about buttressing them up to prevent sag.  I have a design in mind which is only ever so slightly ghetto but it should work.  It won't be visible so I'm not all that worried about the ghettoness of it.  I mean, it will be visible if Juan was to look for it, but it won't be glaring.  By the way, did you know that a clowder of cats is also called a glaring?  Of course you did, being the “Big Bang Theory” fan that I know you to be.  Ok, did you know that a group of wild cats is called a “Dowd” or a “Destruction”?  Ha, didn’t think so.  How about that neutered male cats are called “Gibs” instead of “Toms” when they aren’t, whereas female cats are always called “Mollies”?  Yeah, I know how to use the Wikipædia.  Anyhoo, I'm thinking that if I remove the part we made ---I'm back to the motor mounts by the way--- and buttress it up with a… well, buttress zooked to the bottom, it should support the weight better than the wee little flap of metal we foolishly thought would do the job.  My concern is getting the things out of and back into the car while the engine hangs from the hoist.  We’ll see if it is doable.  Worst case, the engine will have to come out again… but then we can paint the engine bay if it does.  We’ll see.  Speaking of seeing, I went by and had an eye exam so’s that I could get new contacts.  Two of the nurses were dressed as zombies.  They had in those white contact lenses which make MY eyes hurt looking at them.  Fortunately, the one who did my exam was not dressed up.  She was mean though.  I flinched at the glaucoma test so she had to do it twice on my left eye.  I fucking hate the glaucoma test!  After the first blast of air she said, “We didn’t get a reading,” and tried again.  After the second blast of air she said it again, just to make me groan about it.  Then she let me off the hook and led me to the next test, giggling all the way.  Good thing she was cute.  Eventually the doctor had me look through the giant “Better one… or two?” machine and came up with a prescription.  Of course they didn’t have that strength in stock so they gave me one power weaker… or was it stronger?  Anyhoo, they ordered the right strength but I'm wearing the pair which is just a shade off until they come in.  I went ahead and bought a full year’s worth of lenses so I shouldn’t have to go back until next November for more.  So, there’s all of that going on.  Well, I guess I otter go take a look at this room that someone has screwed up.  They disconnected wires to change a bookshelf but then didn’t get them reconnected right.  Now they want me to come finger it out.  I guess that IS what I'm here for… but I don’t have to like it.  So, yeah… I'm off to go do that.  I'll talk to y'all again Monday.