4/14/15

The Spitfire is gone… long live the Spitfire.  Oh wait, there isn’t another Spitfire replacing the outgoing unit to live long.  That whole, “The king is dead, long live the king!” thing never made much sense until I realized they’re cheering about two different kings.  Never mind, I’ll move on.  So, as Juan might have deduced, John has sold the Spitfire for me.  It was long gone when I arrived Saturday, not that I noticed.  I’m not very obser… ooh!  A squirrel!  Sorry, where was I?  Right, Spitfire, gone… is what I’m getting at.  Sort of thing.  I made a point of NOT asking how much we got for it to see how long it would take John to volunteer the information.  He never did.  I have no idea how much the car fetched.  So we got to work on other stuff.  We took some time to de-Hello Kitty Scooby Two in preparation for putting it up for sale.  Aaaaaannnnnd… after that, we kind of just goofed off.  I had a talk with Patrick about the possibility of my coming to work for him as an independent contractor.  It sounds doable, and I am interested, but I am scared shitless about having to provide my own insurance and pay my own taxes.   The pay cut isn’t really a factor in the decision because a) I’d be doing something I am way more interested in than what I’m doing now and 2) mom has agreed to sell her land in Boyd to my second-cousin-in-law for an amount sufficient to split between herself and we four kids such that I think I can get myself totally out of debt.  If there was not this one factor at the railroad, I would probably be jumping ship as soon as possible.  See, they are in negotiations to get a second person on site with me.  That is the one thing that would make staying possible.  I have told the railroad and the company for which I actually wor… who actually employs me (I don’t really “work” y’see) about the job offer and made the “threat” that not putting a second person on the contract could send me packing.  Of course I made sure to phrase it in such a way that I was NOT threatening to quit, but… well, we’ll see.  Sunday I took a hoon in Fiona and wound up at Bloodbath & Beyond.  I had a look at guns and stuff but nothing caught my fancy.  I was a good boy and didn’t even buy any ammo or anything.  I suppose Juan could argue that all I did was waste a few gallons of gasoline driving across town… but that’s kind of what I do on Sunday afternoon anyway.  Well, I’m just about bored talking to y’all so I’m going to stop now.