Happy Birthday Marijke!

Motorcycle - yes, Rusting piles of truck - no.

The motorcycle is back on the road. It needed a short fixed, the fork oil changed, axle grease changed, major tune up and a new back tire. But it's running great and even passed inspection. And with gas predicted to reach $4 a gallon this summer, it'll be nice to have something to drive that gets 30 -40 MPG. If the weather permits, I plan on driving it to school the rest of the school year.

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Spent Saturday getting the rusting buckets of trucks out of my side yard and down to Granite High. (click here to see the 'they're here-they're gone' pictures) I decided to donate them to the school, get a high blue-book write off and don't have to bother trying to sell them. I had to jump start the Nissan, first tried with the Subaru and that was taking too long, so I hooked it up to the LTD for a minute and it cranked right over. Drove it down there and then walked up to Highland Drive and rode the bus the rest of the way home. Planned on calling it a day, but I decided to at least try to get the Ford started, pulled the battery out of the '68, put it in and the damn thing cranked right over. So, drove that down to school and walked over to 7th east, caught the bus to 21st So and walked the rest of the way home. Very productive day - got rid of two eyesores and got a bunch of exercise.

Sympathies for lower species.

Getting dressed this last week has made me really appreciate the disadvantage that species without an opposable thumb live under. Try buttoning your pants without using only one of your thumbs. Now try without either one. Fun stuff. But the good news is that Frankenfinger is healing just fine. I can use it to button my pants and it doesn't even hurt anymore.

Happy Mother's Day!

Frankenfinger and the Salisbury Steak.

Remember salisbury steak, still the frozen dinner favorite? Basically a hamburger cooked in a gooey gravy with chunks of onion, a way of dressing up cheap burger at the end of the month. I remember as a kid thinking of it as "old folks food", it's kind of bland, I didn't much care for it, but the adults seemed to like it. Well, as I'm eating my microwaved salisbury steak, I'm thinking "this ain't half bad, it'd probably be pretty good if was made fresh." Sheesh! All that's left is the ear hair and bi-focals. Uh, ok, just the ear hair.....
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Tuesday the bandage on my finger got wet at school so I changed it. Had to show off the finger before wrapping it up. Two days later as I'm walking down the hall one of the teachers asks me "So, how's Frankenfinger doing?" Took me a second or two to make the connection, but so funny it made the whole experience worthwhile. Almost.