Neanderpundit

long time incapable of passing

For ages and ages I have always had cars. An escort here, a tempo there, a honda, a camry, a legacy.

People would sell me or give me their old crappy little cars, I’d make sure they had good brakes and thermostats and a tuneup, and pass them on to someone who needed one. I had this thing going on for ages. I moved a LOT of cars. Had I ever charged for them or asked for money I’d have made a mint- but that’s not what I’m about.

Now you can’t find a car. Oh, I can find any number of pickups, or SUV’s, but as the In Crowd looks at the numbers on the pump, they’re getting rid of those guzzlers and cutting back to the little junkers. I am surrounded by big trucks for sale cheap, but cannot find a little car to save my life- and I need two, right now., One for a friend who lives in Hotlanta, and another for a friend in Texas. And I cannot find bubkhis. Not even old rusty hulks. Anyone who has an escort that can be pushstarted and has three emergency spares expects to get $1200 for it- and they’re GETTING it.

Sheesh.

Anyone in the northwest Indiana area have an old crate that’s small, and almost runs? I can fix about anything if it has any potential at all. Escort, jetta, camry, that sort of thing. We’re looking for $cheap or free, as I figure I’ll have to drop a couple hundred in to make it roadworthy.

As the wife was leaving this morning, she closed the garage door and backed out of the driveway- unfortunately, the cat tried to duck under the door just before it closed, and got caught under the door. I have photoeyes but the eyes are about 8″ from the floor, and the cat was already under that.

No broken ribs, some bruising. I’m just glad I didn’t leave before her, so I managed to catch it before too long.

I’m not a big fan of kitties, but I don’t wish any harm on Cooney. he’s at the vet for observation, and hopefully OK, but keep a happy thought anyway, if you would.

UPDATE: Cooney seems to be fine. He’s moving around on his own and eating and drinking normally. THe vet gave him some juice earlier and he slept peacefully a while, we’re instructed to keep him caged so he can’t wander or jump. he’s not happy about that, but he’s ok. Still: keep us in your prayers.

My word. There were twenty of us, all told. It was very much as if a giant flock of gannets, or perhaps a swarm of locusts, had decended onto the Casa del Mom of Og.

We ate like it, anyway.

There was so goddamned much food i had no idea where it came from. People I didn’t even know were bringing in dishes. Twenty of us ate at banquettes in a 12 x 14 living room, WITH the sofa, loveseat, and chairs.

Afterwards, we ate candy and picked polystyrene grass from our teeth.

Partner and I took long pulls on a big bottle of cockburns ruby port. And now I feel as if I should be dragged back into the water so I can join the rest of the pod.