Gah, Hec. You are not the only Buffista ever to get stranded in Bakersfield by a busted car. I was on a climbing trip to Joshua Tree one year with two friends in a an old Ford van, and it broke down twice before it gave up the ghost in Bakersfield. Rather than give up the trip entirely, we rented a car and kept going to Joshua. But the friend who owned the van had a hell of a time getting it home to SF to do the work on it.
My sympathies, and may something awesome come through to help.
I hung with the family for a bit, went and looked at houses, talked to realtors, saw three houses I thought were darling and couldn't afford, and now I have an appointment with a realtor to come see my house next Friday and tell me what I can get for it. I guess that means I need to move the twelve boxes of books out of the spare room and into the garage. And clean madly. Bleah.
It's hammering rain here, really amazing.
Up from nap. Need to do some things to get ready for the week, including cook some chicken before it goes off. I think I'm just going to bake it for simplicity and versatility's sake. I also have laundry and computer stuff to do.
Just as soon as I get off the couch.
Yup, any minute now.
I wish you lived closer, Hec, because we could help backstop some of the daycare in the summer.
That'd be sooooo convenient.
Hec, I'm sorry about the issues with the car and all the resulting chaos. Let me know if there's anything I can do.
Thank you! I'll let you buy me a chicken sandwich when it's convenient.
True Fact: I was born in Bakersfield.
The thrift shopping here is kick ass.
Plus, "The Bakersfield Sound."
I wish I could help, too. The only thing I can think of is that Charlie's old Honda needs a clutch (he bought a new used car in December) and it could be more than drivable again. But I don't think he can afford to give the Honda away, and, it still needs a new clutch. So it's probably not the answer. But damn, I am sorry about the car woes.
I was born in Riverside.
Mom says it was "the weirdest place in California" at the time. Which kind of explains a lot, actually...maybe my fascination with the game is some kind of primal homecoming.
When I was a baby my dad tried to stop a shoplifting tranvestite...I guess he got by with it cause nobody wanted to touch her.
Seriously, they had never heard of Rye. I offered them musical mnemonics....
Did you try the Tex Ritter song? Aaah, they probably wouldn't have recognized that, either.
eta: A prime example of country music as "the music of pain." [link]
Aaah, they probably wouldn't have recognized that, either.
Yeah, I know it's Bakersfield but the kids behind the bar wanted to listen to Fifty Cent and Eminem.
The music of their youth.
I'm sorry about the car stuff, David.
I'm watching Life on the Discovery channel. Cuttlefish fights are very confusing.
