Eric Clapton playing through the stereo via Pandora.com, the doors and windows wide open with just a hint of a cool breeze (it's 74 degrees at 8 p.m.) and a cold Diet Coke on the table to my left. Only two things wrong. The pan of brownies is out in the kitchen and Pam is in Grand Rapids. The former I can fix, the latter just feels weird. Maybe once a year one of us is gone, so things are definitely out of sync at the moment.
Times like this I wonder how I'd survive if anything happened to her.
If she ever dies I'm going to kill her!
Got my sermon done this morning. I'll preach it in my head a lot between now and Sunday morning. Unlike last week's, this one isn't especially technical, complicated. But taking this particular first century issue and bringing it into the 21st century requires some cogitating.
I needed to get it done today because tomorrow I'm installing that front door (I think) and doing another little task at Addie and Hayes' house. I'm not looking forward to putting in that door. Wrestling match. Turn up the tunes and set to it; head down until it's done!
Tracy Chapman, "Give Me One Reason." Has to be one of the top ten songs. How can you not turn up the volume on that one?
Gerta is almost undriveable. She's running fine - strong, in fact. But with absolutely no warning whatsoever and without any particular provocation the speedometer will begin an extremely loud screaming. It starts so suddenly that it makes me jump even though I know it's likely to happen at any moment. A very loud scream that goes way beyond annoying. When it does, the needle jumps all over the place, including up as high as 70 mph.
It made a little noise when I got it so I disconnected the cable at the back of the speedo and dripped plenty of 3-in-1 oil down inside the cable, assuming that was the source of the noise. It may have been. This is a different sound - higher and LOUDER.
I need to take the speedometer out from the back side, open it up, and lubricate it with grease. I've read that the factory lubrication dries up over the decades. I've also read that WD-40 sprayed in the back side where the cable connects will quiet it for a very brief time, but the noise will come back. It needs the thick lube of grease.
That's a job that will take two or three hours, and I can't seem to find a block of free time that size. And once I start tearing it apart I need to finish before I can drive it again.
The market closed above 8000 today. It will drop again. la market e mobile. But we'll end the first half of the year up from today's close.
Speaking of Donna, that term, which in Italian was used as a courtesy title for a woman (cf. Prima Donna), was also used in the late 50's and early 60's to refer to girl who ... hard to describe.
A very cool guy (like the Fonze) who drove a great car (like a '32 Deuce coup or a '57 BelAir 2 door hardtop) always had a girl in the car with him. She wasn't a cheerleader; too perky and too establishment. She also wasn't known for her brains. This girl was gorgeous, not real bright, and while she had girlfriends her primary role was to hang on the arm and ride in the car of Mr. Cool.
She was a Donna. That's the term used to describe her.
I always wondered if there was a connection with the Italian Donna and the 50's Donna.
And why aren't there Donnas anymore?
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There are Donnas today. Its just that they married you and me. :-)
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