Sweet Ironies
Monday night I got a plate of cookies and things from a fencer as a thank you and a happy holidays. I commented that when I was 50 lbs heavier nobody gave me goodies, suddenly my gear gets baggy and everyone wants to fatten me up. Last night I received a second plate of lovely goodies. Mmmmmmm....baked goods....
Meanwhile in other ironies, I have disassembled the steering column and knee plate on the Saturn looking for the smoking wire, only to find none. I can't even make it smoke anymore. I'm up to my elbows in colored wires, the engine is running and not even a warm spot. Life is like that sometimes.
I'm about to head into town to get my hair cut and pick up Sara, I suspect I'll be in the middle of a busy intersection when the car will suddenly burst into a fireball. I've left all the pastic panels off so at least I'll settle my curiosity about what and where before I have to abandon ship again. Yep, life is just like that sometimes.
