Sunday I rose early (at behest of the dog, who felt there were things that needed sniffing outside) and puttered about for a bit. I made coffee and drank it, made some biscuits and ate them. I read for a bit. Finally, I decided that the highest priority for the day was either fixing the truck or determining beyond doubt that it was beyond my abilities to fix.
[I write easily and well, and have a clear vision of what I need to write in my novel.]
Full of coffee and biscuits, I was cocky. I wrote a note for Bridgette: “There are biscuits warm in the oven for you. I have gone to the shop, where I am creating a sudden and breathtaking miracle of automotive repair.”
And then I did. All within 90 minutes, I found corrosion that was making things stick, I found three levers on the carb that were bent, found one mechanical connection that was rubbing against a housing (no, I didn’t cause any of these; I carefully preserved the bends and rubs as I had found them, when I worked on the carb)…I corrected all of these things as I came across them, checking the factory manual and moving with slow method.
And it worked. Vroom.
We took the truck for a test drive to the dump (where, I had decided, if it broke down I could just pay the fee and leave it), ditched a cubic yard of garbage, and came home.
I am utterly astonished. I wrought a sudden and breathtaking miracle. Huh. I shall begin talking myself up more frequently, to see what happens.
[I write easily and well, and have a clear vision of what I need to write in my novel.]
And oddity: the landfill transfer point used to have a shack where you paid a fee, then drove around to a large building where you dumped your rubbish and it was carted off to the landfill. The shack is now boarded up, and a new one in a better location is serving the same function. Four car lengths back from the shack is a speaker-microphone, as seen at drive-throughs everywhere, and a board showing the prices for dumping household trash, dumping compacted trash, buying compost, buying key lime pie, buying mocha —
–whah?
The dump transfer station sells elegant desserts and espresso drinks, along with a few other items.
“May I help you?”
“Yes, uhm, one yard of household garbage, a mango smoothie and a pina colada smoothie.”
“That will be $19.67, pull around to the rear window.”
[I write easily and well, and have a clear vision of what I need to write in my novel.]
Can you pick me up a key-lime pie at the dump next time you go? π
Cheaper to make one. They aren’t difficult to make, after all.
Can you make me one, then? π
Can. Won’t. Too overscheduled as it is. However:
FAKE KEY LIME PIE
Graham cracker crust
1 tub Cool Whip
1 pkg frozen lime juice concentrate
1 lime (key or otherwise)
Thaw concentrate. Mix with Cool Whip. Scoop into crust, making attractive ripples. Freeze 1 hour, garnish with thinly sliced limes, return to freezer for another hour or until set.
Nummy.
*laughs*
An interesting pie… I’ll have to try it once. π
This also works well with tangerines, oranges, lemons….