. . . flying stop!
Today was to be my first day back at work in the new year. If the whole new year is like this, I'm staying home!
Since we intend to spend the next three years in Italy, and I'm neither hunting nor shooting much any more, I decided to unload (pun intended) a part of my arsenal. I went to a gun show on Saturday, took advantage of the "gun show loophole" (which is a silly misnomer, by the way) and sold a rifle that I had owned for quite a while. I got a good price.
Fast forward to today. As I was driving to a medical appointment, my car engine started missing. Then it REALLY started missing. Then it died. Steam was pouring from the engine compartment. I pulled into a turn lane, called Mrs. B. to come pick me up, called road service, called the doctors office to report in late, then waited for the tow. A few minutes later, a very nice lady police officer parked behind me with lights flashing because traffic was very heavy.
This afternoon, the garage called. Most of what I made on the rifle sale went right under the hood of my Corvette. A coolant hose burst, and several others were ready to go. This, two weeks after I changed all of the radiator hoses.
That was the bad part.
The really bad part is that all I'm doing is fixing it up for the next owner. When we set sail for Naples in the spring, the 'Vette is going on the sales block.
There was no good part.
We're expecting a fairly large tax refund this year. I'm almost afraid to take it for fear that another gremlin is waiting in the weeds.
Almost, that is.
I will accept the refund and take my chances.
Tomorrow is another day.
2 comments:
you were right about the Franklins. :)
I would totally be willing to hold on to it while you're away....
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