I Think

Yup! Lots of farm roads and not enough street lamps and emergency lanes. In other words, cyclists hell ... unless riding in a recreation area.

We had bike lanes when I was a kid. And that's a long time ago. They are still there too.

Motorists have got a bit carried away about whose space is whose. They think they own the space and most of them are in debt as if any plonker couldn't be a Big Cheese by the simple expedient of going into debt.

I love the idea of bicycling. When I lived in town I took the back streets and used one for work. Now I live too far out.

I going to take my time today, cleaning the pool. Going to take it as easy as possible beyond that. I skipped the wheat grass yesterday, to give it more growing time. I had some twenty minutes ago. The taste lingers on my tongue, even though I am drinking coffee now.

We were looking at cars again today. Also, I bought a bumper. They threw in brackets. One car dealer had a nice looking Corolla. We asked the price. He said he could not tell us exactly. Once we started the paper work, he said, he thought he could get us a deal a bit cheaper than the top price. Then we decided to test drive it, regardless. But I brought it right back, as it had no breaks. I have been wondering the rest of the day how the man sells enough cars to keep in business.

Many years ago and far away, I planned to buy a toyota celica. Went to my local place and they had no white ones. (Never mind why, and I don't remember why I cared.) They gave a price for a beige one. Ok, but we would look. (I didn't like beige, but I might have gone for other colors.)

We looked at a major seller in downtown LA. Jimminy Christmas, what a scenario. They kept asking high and then the guy would have to ask his boss, and this was all a thousand over the first place. Drama in action. (I wonder now why I was so insistent about not beige, but beige is another story with me.) We lived it out, several hours, and they got down to the other place's price.

I loved that car, but hated the purveyor. Never went back. A neighbor, Michael, was a good mechanic.

If the man could have given a ball park figure even. He doesn't need my information before a deal is deemed feasible. Incidentally, I am aware that I spelled brakes wrong in my last post.

I bet it's not only the brakes that are bad on that car! The idea of having a good mechanic look it over is worth every penny!

We are going to Carmax this afternoon or tomorrow.

I spent much of the afternoon trying to replace my bumper. But the brackets I got with the bumper line up almost an inch short of the span I need to bolt it on. I was told I can get brackets at Nappa. Will try tomorrow.

Drill hole where it will fit.
Many ways to hide old hole.

Not in this case.

Last thing I read, Ted Cruz is still filibustering. By making himself ridiculous, he is quashing whatever hopes he had in the next presidential election, so there is a plus to some forms of idiocy.

I think part of the reason I loathe the painting, The Scream, is because it tears away at optimism. I dislike many Picassos because I see it as bullying the subjects. I feel that the mindset of the artist is every bit as important of what gets painted.

He's no Jimmy Stewart. This is an example of how our current government wastes our money - on useless rhetoric that's dead in the water before he even says one word.

You live in a movie la la land, Ci.

Well, the owner of the apartments made the temp a permanent employee yesterday and in the same breath cut my work time to two half days per week. So, my love for the property has not changed, but the loyalty of the owners has been exposed for the sham I always knew it to be. Since 1983, it has not been refurbished, because we, meaning "I," primarily, provided the energy to improve as we went along, so that this place stands tall among Tomball properties. Saving the owners a fortune, in the process. Got to run. More later.

Somehow...they've proven that they're blind as well as tone deaf....in search of profits. I've seen this dynamic with many apartment complexes...typically those owned by larger corporations. In a year or less, they'll be in worse shape than before....and their profits will more likely than not be lesser. Their tenants will worse off, too.

FWIW, you've got my sympathy.

Sorry to hear about your reduced workweek. Please try not to let it bother you too much, and look for another job. Your skills are better than most, and I'm sure you'll be able to find a better job.

This has happened to me in the seventies when jobs were hard to find; but it all turned out for the better as the years progressed. Actually, did much better!

Tough luck, Ed. There is much worth in unions. Buy the place and run the owners into the poor house.

Does anybody out there know where I can buy a $20,000 car for $4,000?