Is it Friday yet? What a week this has been. Yesterday
when we dropped the car off at Tim's we left the radio for them to
install. He had told me to tell Bob to bring it when he came out to
pick me up.
This morning Tim called to let Bob know in addition to all the
other things he saw we needed yesterday he found the gaskets needed to
be replaced. Tim does not replace parts that are not needed. Bob told
him to go ahead then called me to let me know. Later that morning he
called to let me know our neighbor Jim had removed the two big
overhanging limbs from the maple tree. We wanted them down before they
put the new roof on. Once down, Bob and Jim just left all the debris
and limbs in the yard. I told him I would clean it up tonight.
Around 2pm dad called. The cable on his lawn mower had
broken, AGAIN. We had just taken it out the John Deere place back in
May to have it replaced. The fun part was I had the white truck full of
astro-gear. I left work and drove over to dads. I moved all the stuff
from one side of the back to the front and on top of where I put the
seat down to make room for the handle. We were able to slip the mower
in right beside the scope tube. I had dad follow me out so I would not
have to come back across town.
We waited about thirty minutes while they put a new
cable on free of charge. Then, I drove home with the mower and dad went
on back home. I can take it over this weekend.
I came in to say hello to the dogs and change before we
headed out to pick up the truck. When we arrived Tim told us they sent
Bob the wrong radio. It had a flip down front to put the CD in. In
order for that to work the radio would have to sit several inches out
away from the dash and they would have to cut the dash as well.
We hauled said radio back home for Bob to deal with
Crutchfield. Tim went ahead and mounted the bracket and wires so all
Bob has to do is pop in the radio when they send him the correct model.
Back home, I fixed salads for dinner then scurried
outside to start on limb removal. I cut all the small and medium size
limbs into six foot sizes and dragged them to the curb. Then I cut all
the small stuff off the big limbs. Bob helped me drag that stuff to the
street then we hauled all the large 12foot plus stuff to the back
woodpile to be cut up for firewood.
Fortunately it did not take very long since the rain
from Ivan is not far off from us.
Here's the real kicker. This was a Fancy Gap weekend for
observing. With Ivan covering half the east coast we decided it was not
worth going. Plus, we could get flooded in up there. Also, the house
looses power at the drop of a hat which means no lights, water, or
toilets. I prefer to be here at home to watch my own house just in case
we get high winds or tornadoes.
Ivan is still a pretty big and powerful storm even
inland as it roars toward us tonight and tomorrow.
Last night I did finish the bloodhound mystery. It was
excellent. I decided to pick up one of my reserves that is not a
mystery, So Many Books, So Little
Time, by Sarah Nelson. Sarah is an avid, avid book lover and
reader. She has over 3000 books in her New York apartment. Her husband
has worked for Saturday Night Live for 19 years. Sarah has been
magazine editor, book reviewer, columnist for the New York Observer,
She set out to do a book a week for a year to chronicle
her life in reading. Basically, she put into a book what I do here on
this journal page. Instead, she writes about the wonderful titles she
chooses or that choose her. Anyone who reads a great deal knows that
you have to be in the mood to read and enjoy a book. At book I may have
picked up and put down years ago I might now feel like reading. That is
basically what happened to me and the mystery genre.
Bob tried for years to get me to read mysterys. What he
did not understand was I had to wait until my life, mind, and mood was
ready to accept that genre. I have read classics, biographies, junk
romances, regular fiction, and tons of non-fiction travel and living in
the country books. A lot of the fiction authors I read ten years ago,
if they are still alive and writing I have dropped. Now I have
discovered a whole new genre with hundreds of authors to choose from
I look forward to reading Sarah's book. I only got
through the first couple of chapters before it was time to turn off the