Neanderpundit

I spend all day talking on the phone. I talk on the phone to customers, many of which are not too horribly bright. It’s trying under the best of circumstances.

I hate to talk on the phone at home. Text me or mail me but please, don’t call. If I pick up the phone at home I want it to be because someone died. Used to be just the phone calls in the middle of the night bugged me- now it’s just about anything drives me nuts. I have shit to do. Don’t call me.

The Optometrist stopped by with a new (Well, to him) Police INterceptor Harley- in such wonderful shape it almost defies description. Sad to say (For him) it’s a present for his son in law from his daughter. A stupendously beautiful bike.

This afternoon I will be working away at the tree some more, the Ogwife and Oglet enlisted to help, and several other victims volunteers possibly showing to assist as well.

after a comment I left at Tam’s that my ASE certification is due for retirement.

I took it, after all, in the wee early 1980’s, you had to be certed to work on certain mobile stuff which was part of my apprenticeship. Hell, had I stayed there ( I was not yet 21 when I hired in) I would be retired now. Of course my lungs would be black as the bowels of hell, my mind messed up (well, in different ways than it is now) and my back probably broken.

Quite a few of the guys I worked with at the time are now dead and gone, young healthy guys with good minds. Glad I got out when I did.

I haven’t had need to get the ASE recerts but I don’t think it would be that hard. When i did the certs originally they didn’t have fuel injection for gasoline vehicles nor any electronic controls, and the engine emissions cert was a thing of the future.

Guess I’ll put the card back in my dresser.