…sorry about the rant….
Himself: Worked his tushes off then helped put together the BBQ. He had fun.
Herself: Got a lot done but not with the books. Computer is dying. Won’t open a browser or do a restart. My C drive isn’t big enough to hold the photos, but I want to begin saving things before I have to buy a new computer.
Reading: Still nothing. I will when I get home from errands.
Balance: Packing a food box for eldest G’son in Afghanistan.
His fender is fixed. I did the dent, and now it looks just like it did when we bought it. Better actually. Last time the folks that repainted the grill put it back together frowning.
I’m a little burned out on these half assed repairs I get everywhere we take Grumpy. Grumpy is a truck…and not a new truck. He was a low end truck when he was new, but he isn’t a low end truck any more. Most places we take him know he is a well loved old truck, but the back lot guys don’t.
We take Grumpy to a dealer because they usually give far better service. We have changed dealers before when they treated him like a low end truck instead of the family favorite. This dealer we use now has given us years of caring service until recently. How about the time I took Grumpy in to have a rattle fixed and the mechanic told me to just turn the radio up. The service writer was very apologetic. Yes, I continually remind the him of that one. Last time, after a thousand dollars of repairs, we got it back really dirty with grease dots here and there on the passenger side. They wiped down the driver’s side. They had to remove the dash but didn’t clean up after themselves there either. Dirt and fingerprints everywhere, and greasy footprints on the new carpet.
Yes, I shampooed them out. Wiped it down. Cleaned him up.
Grumpy’s home again now after his fender repair, but this time someone broke his emergency brake handle. It was plastic. Plastic breaks. I understand this. It just would have been nice if they had told us that they had broken it.
We have been to a Truck Junque Yard today out far, far, away in the hinterlands. I wore the wrong shoes so G got all the fun buying a new emergency brake cable with handle…..boy, that was expensive. Got two newer, unfrayed seatbelts also, plus a dimmer switch for Lessa’s Exploder.
Next week I will call and rant at the poor service writer. Not today. Today I practiced ranting at you and now will go out to play.