I have a valued friend who's an executive in the ad business. He's good and puts out some pretty cool stuff at the sizable ad firm he manages. But he lives in AZ so I can't ask him about some of the TV ads I do NOT understand. What were they thinking?
Who thought it made sense to have a family brightly colored fuzzy animated bears pitch toilet paper? What's the connection? I've never, ever thought about animated bears when wiping my bum.
Every time I hear that ad for an asthma medicine where the guy talks about "my asthma symptoms" my ear hears "miasma symptoms" and I feel bad for a guy that's going through life totally stinking up the place. It's bad enough that he has trouble breathing, nobody wants to be around him because he smells so bad. Putrid.
Yesterday I learned a new term, Hobson's Choice. It refers to a situation in which someone is given a choice between Option A or nothing at all. It's a fancy way of saying "Take it or leave it."
According to Jake, the driver who took the pickup from here to the buyer in L.A., it should be there by now. Jake said he'd be dropping it Sunday. The fact I haven't heard from the buyer has me wondering if he's less than happy with his purchase. In every other case I've rec'd an email from the person who purchased a car that said, "It's arrived" and thank you, or cool car, or.... The guy in Abu Dhabi who bought the '62 VW I restored sent me a nice message about finally receiving the car six months later, its condition when it arrived, and even a video of him driving it.
I did get an email from the buyer late Saturday: "Was the windshield cracked?" A: "No. There was one tiny chip, but no cracks." That made me wonder if he'd already taken delivery.
I'm not going to contact the buyer. If he is unhappy it would only lead to conflict, and especially with an online auction it's caveat emptor. I answered any questions that were asked (he asked none) and tried to describe the trucks issues openly. He's young, and I suspect he doesn't know just how crude trucks were in 1959. Today they're like cars in terms of build quality and amenities, but in 1959 they were built for work, mostly on farms. Nobody bought a truck and drove it in the city unless they were delivering stuff. Trucks were noisy, rode rough, and had no creature comforts. For example, there were no interior lights that came on when you opened the door, no sound insulation anywhere (I added some), and no padded anything. As one guy who commented on the auction site and who has a '59 Chevy truck said, "They drive like tanks." So I can't help but wonder if there's a guy in L.A. who thought he was going to get a truck that drove as good as it looked.
Nope, ain't gonna happen.
Today is Helmut Kohl's birthday. He was born in 1930 to parents that thought it was a good idea to name a kid with the German word for head when his last name means cabbage.
Marta sent me this today. Opening a Goat Box any day!
Goat Crossfit
I worked almost all day, except for that 40 minutes when I slipped into unconsciousness after lunch. I got all the raised bed boxes relocated and ready for filling with compost from the pile and the top soil from their former location. But first I have to line them with chicken wire to keep out the gophers. I'll get that tomorrow.
Monday is barn mucking day, and I also got another bale of alfalfa and a bag of peas.
GA bale of alfalfa is heavy, and goat wrestling should be an Olympic sport!
I worked on Sally. I tried some rubbing compound and then polishing compound on a rear fender and it got better, but not good. I didn't expect it to, but hoped it might be like those commercials where they go to a car in the junkyard and make it look like it just came off the factory floor.
Then I decided to work on Sally's carb. The car idles WAY too fast - so high that if I take my foot off the brake I'm quickly going 10 mph. So I took off the air cleaner and started adjusting the idle speed screw, and then noticed gas squirting out of the fuel line into the carb. YIKES! Shut that puppy off right now!
New rubber hose and new clamps solved that problem. I got the idle down, but maybe too far. I'll mess with it again tomorrow, and with the mixture adjustment screw. I've got black spots on the gravel behind the exhaust pipes, a sure indication it's running way too rich.
UPS and FedEx both brought me packages, so now I can install a new gas tank and sending unit, new rear springs, and some interior trim.
The front shocks I installed Saturday made a BIG improvement.
A few years ago I got Pam some Calaphon knives to replace the cheap ones she had. I'd read they were pretty good knives and I found a good deal online. About six weeks ago we got a notice that some of them had been recalled because the handle could break resulting in the user cutting themselves and bleeding to death within 15 seconds, or maybe two years; I can't remember.
They sent us a special package to FedEx back the two knives we had that were being recalled for free replacement. We sent them one Santoku knife and one Chef's knife. Today we got three Santoku knives and no chef's knife.
We barely eat near enough Santoku to justify one knife, never mind three. OK, it's a push to call anybody who lives here a chef, but we can pretend on that one.
I sent them an email. We'll see what happens.
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