I got a new radio for our truck—it plays static and religious stations perfectly, oh yes and Spanish speaking stations, but that isn’t the reason I got it. The old one croaked with a CD stuck inside. After the radio was out Husband Dear found the cause of its demise—a quarter and two pennies were nestled in beside the CD.
The reason for the new radio? Daughter Dear and I want to listen to CD’s on our trip to San Francisco coming up on Friday. We’re taking the truck so we can take the dogs—long story, and the reason we are going to San Francisco is to attend a Lego Convention, and to meet up with Daughter number one and grandson from Oregon.Daughter Dear sells Legos on ebay on a store called "Happy Bricks," and we figured this conference would be a fascinating adjunct to her business. If we see something terribly creative I will try to get a picture, and post it on the next blog.
Today the mechanic is working on the truck--replacing leaking gaskets, belts, etc. and I am doing the morning shuffle, take HD to jury duty, have the truck's engine steam-cleaned so the mechanics can see what they are doing, drop off truck, go back pick up HD. In the early morning hours the hot air balloonists were out on the hill where we live, and up in the air, but if they fly off course they will end up in a fog thicker than pea soup. (It ought to be something besides that cliche', maybe clam chowder.
David Koop wrote the book Cancer, It’s a Good Thing I Got It!—met him recently--his advice is to always carry a business card of your book so I printed up some. I never know who I will run into in San Francisco…
Here is my business card…
