Today was our usual lunch out with friends at the usual Subway. Today instead of my usual BMT or Cold Cut Trio I decided to try something new. I told the girl behind the glass that I would like a 6″ Cheese Steak Sub on white. Her question to me was, “Do you want cheese on that?” I guess that particular sandwich was new to her too.
Received a survey in the mail from Mazda today asking about my satisfaction with my recent warranty service. I guess this was my 7500 mile service, but it was reported to them as warranty work because they replaced a top latch I complained about being loose and there is a TSB out on them.
1) This is where I will tell them about the service tech not abiding by the torque specifications for the lug nuts when he rotated my tires. Negative
2) This is where I will tell them about how it took 2 1/2 hours to complete a job they told me would take an hour. Negative
3) I will also tell them about one individual who made sure I got a loaner car for the extra time so Donna and I could do the shopping we had planned to do after the car was serviced. Positive
4) I will also tell them about the overpowering smell that was present in the interior of the car, which I assumed was the lubrication applied to the trunk hinges to eliminate the creaking I complained about. Negative
5) I will probably leave out the part that while the trunk is easier to open and close, only 80% of the creaking is gone, because I haven’t given them the shot at fixing it again. Neutral
Let me go sharpen my No.2 pencil…
When the Master’s Miata Club’s pool party that has been on the schedule for June 26th for like forever, got postponed a few weeks ago, I felt there needed to be an event that weekend, so I tossed out a Big Mo Drive-In trip. I received an email last night from a member of the Low Country Miata Club telling me that they had planned an overnight event to come up here to go to the drive-in the same night. We are now in the process of trying to work on maybe doing something together before the movie.
We don’t know what will be showing the weekend we are going because they never know until the Monday before what movies they’ll get. Shrek2 and Mean Girls were shown there the last 2 weekends. This coming weekend is Garfield and The Day After Tomorrow. Of the movies listed on their coming soon page only Troy and Harry Potter are out or will be out by the weekend we are going. Of course with my luck the movie I would least like to see will be playing then, it opens the weekend before, Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story.
It what can only be the weirdest movie/media tie-in ever, all the female On-Camera Meteorologists at the Weather Channel have now adopted the exact same hairstyle. It started with Alexandra Steele who had the do from the beginning of her tour. Sometime in the last 6 months they hired another blonde-in-a-bottle babe by the name of Hillary Andrews who sported the same hair style. Now there is newly hired, Jen Carfagno, with the same hair. This morning I noticed Kelly Cass has joined the Stepford Hair team by letting her normally cut shorter hair down to the length of the others.
Of course I have been known to see conspiracies every where and it could just be they hired a new hairstylist…
Fortunately in this case it stuck around.
I myself had an experience like that once. About a decade ago when we were heavy into mountain biking, Donna and I took a trip to western North Carolina with the Augusta Bike Club to ride some trails and camp for the weekend. It was Saturday morning and we were returning back to camp from our 11 mile loop. The last mile or so was all downhill and Donna knowing I liked to go faster than her said, “Wait for me at the bottom.” Off I went barreling down. I was starting to catch some of the other riders who were ahead of us when my front tire hit a rut or something. My bike stopped and I did not. The next thing I knew I was coming to with people standing over me, I was out for a minute or so. Best we can tell is that I went over the handlebars and landed on my head breaking my foam helmet right in half longitudinally. I had a point and shoot camera in a fanny pack that was smashed from when I landed on my back after continuing my somersault. I rode the last of the 1/2 mile down the hill with the thing bothering me the most being a flap of skin the size of a dime missing off my right index finger. My cycle computer was stuck at 28.4 MPH, I guess that is how fast I was going before launching myself off the bike. We packed up the car and headed back home because we knew I was not going to be riding anymore and would be sore the next day and might not be in condition to drive the 4 hours home.
Yesterday was Jared’s. He is the 10 year-old and youngest son of our friends. We have been baby sitting him and his brother once a month ever since they have been a year or so old. We have watched them play baseball and basketball for fun. Whenever we are free the 2 families get together for Sunday lunch to catch up on how our weeks are going. When we didn’t get the call to lunch today we figured they were busy with Jared playing baseball. Later in the afternoon a mutual friend called to let us know that Jared was in the hospital and had been since yesterday evening. He was at a friend’s house and they were playing around the friends electric scooters. You know the kind, they go for like $150–200 with small gas engines. They can’t go too fast, but down hill they can get going pretty good. Jared was barreling down a hill behind their house when the front wheel caught on something and he and the scooter went down hard. The handlebar got rotated 90 degrees and he slammed on top of that bar with his abdomen. The skin was not punctured do to the rubber grip on the end, but he hit with enough force that it pushed its way through the muscle and abdominal walls mushing up a section of small intestine. The intestine poked out of this fissure creating a fist sized bulge under the skin. A trip to the Aiken Hospital emergency room was followed by an ambulance trip to the Medical College of Georgia’s Children’s Hospital in Augusta. Last night Jared had 40cm (8″) of his damaged small intestine removed. For the next 5 to 7 days will be fed intravenously until he heals. Right now he is also getting a morphine drip to dull the pain of having had his entire small intestine pulled out of his body and then put back through a 6″ incision in his belly to get inspected for any other damage.
One or two inches either way, in either of these instances, could have meant a broken neck and quadriplegia for me or a ruptured aorta and death for him. Let’s be careful out there.
I think the poor fellow had a predisposition for the affliction though. Back in January I let him take a spin behind the wheel of the new Miata and within a few months he had to have one. He didn’t tell me what year he wants me to guess when I see it next trip down. I did get the fact that it was red, that is no big help in narrowing it down as there has been a red offered every year. I refrained from asking a few key questions that would help me narrow it down. The only other hint, if you could call it that, was that it has 36,000 miles on it. He said it proudly, so I’m guessing clean first generation. Knowing Jerry wouldn’t spend a lot, I’m betting on a 92 or 93, which with those miles would be a sweet car. He mentioned it came with a hard top that he has no need nor desire for. That puppy is probably worth a grand and if he can sell it, that will lower his purchase cost considerably.
Thanks to Rick at Obsession I have now arrived fashionably late to the current web status party. So email me if you want at email@example.com. Go ahead, spammers too, I need to see if this thing works for me. I have been an Outlook Express user for years and have grown quite used to it, so I don’t know if I can make the transition to web-based email. Right now I know I can’t because there is no way to import my long list of names in my OE address book into Gmail’s contact list.
I bought a bit of computer stuff for work and when it arrived today it had one of those handy AOL CDROMs inside the box with it. AOL 9.0. Oh Boy. The current offer is 1099 hours for 50 days. Hmmm, let’s see, 50 times 24 is 1200. That means you will have to break yourself away from all that fabulous content for 101 hours in the next 7 weeks and a day. What are they nuts? How can I possibly be off-line for 2 hours, 3 minutes and 36 seconds a day. Impossible! I’m holding out for 1500 for 60 days, that way I can be online for 25 hours a day.
I got my new electric pencil sharpener. This puppy’s got a cord, no more wimpy, battery operated, hold it just so, slow poke. This thing wil make dust of a full size pencil in just under 2 minutes. I know, I timed it.
I’m reading a book called The Circle by David Poyer. Mother-in-law brought it back for me from a recent trip to the used bookstore. It is about a freshly Annapolis minted Ensign on his first cruise aboard an aging WWII destroyer. Fairly interesting so far, but it is obviously written by someone who was in the Navy. The book takes place about 5 years before I was in Uncle Sam’s Yatch Club, so the language and especially the slang terms are taking me back 20 years to when I was in. This is the most realistic book about the Navy I’ve read since Stephen Coonts’ Flight of the Intruder. Excuse me, but flight ops are over so the smoking lamp is lit, I’m going to head back to the fantail to burn one and watch the line of trash bags stretch to the horizon.