Wednesday, January 1, 2014
"First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I confess - I am addicted to tracking packages being shipped to me. Something about updates telling me when and where is more than I can ignore. Amazon says my Google Chromecast will arrive tomorrow. It started in Reno, left there on the 29th at 10:45 p.m., arrived in Sacramento on the 31st at 2:20 a.m., left there the same day at 8:25 a.m., and is en route from there to our house.
Captivating!
The gym closes at 4 today. I normally go about 3:30, so I went mid-morning. Whole different group of people, but they look remarkably like the late afternoon crowd.
(Old people; they all look alike.)
Came out to find a note left under the wiper of the Falcon. "Interested in selling? Please call me at...."
I don't think he'd pay what I'd ask, and I'd have to replace it with another car for daily driving. Because I have collector car insurance on the VW (only $200 a year for full replacement) I can't use it as my regular transportation. Sure, there are cars I think would be fun to drive, but I don't think I'm done having fun with the Falcon.
However, I am going to the auctions in Scottsdale later this month. Hmmm.
Road Rally's aren't common here but they're a big deal elsewhere in the world. Take a specially prepared car, stick two lunatics inside - a driver and a navigator - and have them drive over a cross country course as fast as they dare. Summer, winter, the middle of the night; this is not a sport for people with a fear of...anything. Cars are sent off in intervals, and they're racing against the clock. This is a big deal in places like Finland where there's lots of countryside and nothing else to do but drink alcoholic beverages.
Cars crash. Often. Which is why spectators go to watch these events. And they know where to position themselves for the best action.
OK, try not to watch this video all the way through. And check out the crazy machine at about 9:20 or so. I want one.
I think I'm ready for Pam's arrival. Everything within my purview is clean, I just cooked up a week's worth of bacon (the house smells wonderful), and misc. tasks are completed.
I also just picked up an email from United Airlines that her flight from Houston to Phx is delayed because of the plane's late arrival into Houston. I called her - she's in the G.R. airport waiting for that flight - and she said that when checking in there she was told the Houston/Phx flight is oversold and they'll be looking for people to get bumped. Uh-oh. With the delay it will now arrive at 11:45 p.m. and she has to be at work at 7 a.m. That works fine if enough people volunteer to be bumped and/or, absent enough volunteers, they pick someone else. I think it's unlikely she could get bumped to a later flight (early morning??) and get to work in time.
There's nothing to do but wait and see how this plays out. In the meantime, some football, paleo spaghetti, and John Grisham.
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