It's raining here and it's cold. I have been drinking black coffee all afternoon because I just can't seem to get going. The political situation in the country is terrible and that bothers me. Sometimes I think I'm not as secure up here as I've always thought. Maybe things are happening that could sweep me right off the mountain. I've read a lot of history books where the author would wax eloquent about how bewildering it was that the German people let Hitler come to power. I'm beginning to understand how that happens. Suppose you don't like what's going on, there's nothing you can do about it. How are you going to stop Obama any more than the Germans could have stopped Hitler?
Trivia for today: The can of coffee I opened this afternoon went into storage 12 March 2012. Instead of looking down the shelf for the oldest one I just grabbed one. Violation of procedure but today I don't care.
My computer is acting up. While he was here my son changed a bunch of the settings and forgot to put them back to where they were. I'll have to call him and see if he can talk me through it. He's genuinely brilliant with computers but he's also absent minded and lives in the "right now." He found out when he got back to the apartment that he left the patio screen door open the whole time he was down here. I can't wait for that power bill when it comes in.
The scanner has a lot of traffic going. Some lady left her job in the next county and has come over here to kill herself. They go up on the gap and there's this big cliff called "insurance cliff" because people used to push their cars over it to collect the insurance. People jump off it. So the Sheriff is going up there because they "pinged" her cell phone and that's where she appears to be. If she's serious they don't have a chance in Hades of getting there in time. Never a dull moment.
My daughter hit some pole in the parking lot at her apartment awhile back, and it messed up the side panel over the right front tire. Now her seventeen thousand dollar Commander looks like something out of the Grapes of Wrath. I did not know this until she was here this past weekend. I need to buy a new side panel but I know going to the dealer would be stupid. Maybe the J.C. Whitney catalog has one.
I was not pleased with this discovery. I have told her before, this is a good vehicle and should last a minimum of 10 years ( I usually get 13-15 years of hard use out of a vehicle because I maintain them.)
If this one goes down due to neglect, I am not buying another one. She can't afford to buy a vehicle. So if she wants to avoid riding the bus, she has to take care of the Commander. She told me, in all sincerity, that the part is purely cosmetic. Maybe so, but we don't have Tijuana Taxis in this family. Our credo is take care of your equipment. I don't care if it's hiking boots or a vehicle. I'll try to find the part and get it shipped up there, then her boyfriends pal the shade tree mechanic can stick it on.
So life goes on......
So life goes on......