Life UpdateThis week isn’t where I expected it to be, so lets begin…Crapper: For about a year now I’ve been going to the pick-n-git’s website looking for the same tracker. Finding parts is like finding a unicorn. Even though I work every weekend, Friday I still plugged in the search, and boom! 1996 Geo Tracker! OMGOMGOMG!! Monday morning I get out of work, but I have a friend who needs a photoshop thing for a contest… screw it, that’s why god makes coffee… I get home and get what’s needed, make a quickie base, and get to bed. Jen gets home just a few min later, and now I’m all cranky and say “screw it!” I’m too tired to play this, she says something that sounds like sensemaking and other things I don’t want to hear and I roll over saying “I’m going to bed, nothing in this world will get me out of it” Our cat must have taken that as a direct challenge because 30 min later she’s puking in the bed all over us… and I was out of that bed like my butt was lit on fire! This is Karma’s way of saying get going… it didn’t have to repeat itself. After cleaning up the nasty (and myself) I get down there at opening and the line at the gate is already impressive, I grab a wheelbarrow and head to where I know the gold is. I get there to see it, a blue 96, there’s a hood! No whammies… no whammies… no whammies… I pop the hood and inside is a fully intact motor!  I grab another wheelbarrow, line them up and lay out tools. Foresight being a good thing I’ve got low sugar noms, a big G2 Gatorade, semi empty bladder… and I had a white castle jalapeño burger on the way in so I’m golden! I take off the hood and start plugging away. It doesn’t take long and wheelbarrow one is full. The weather is nice and the teardown is going well! No major setbacks, making good time. I took every bolt… every bracket… every part… hell I even scrounged the body bolts. I had to hook train my wheelbarrows out… I even managed to get my hands on that weird Alloy Rim that I cant figure out what year it goes to.  I loaded down the bed of the truck and the interior of the truck with all of my bits of precious…   and went home with all new ways to define exhausted. After taking Amy to school and literally doing a brake job on her car in the dark (only one position), I slept 5 and the next morning I was at it early on the crapper. This thing is going to run… oh yes… this stubborn thing just doesn’t know it yet! Every day this week I’m getting up at the buttcrack of morning and wrenching until dark. This is the hardest bit to come across on this car  Datenight: Canceled Task Force: Canceled Thursday night, it’s dark, it all comes down to this… time for this to run or don’t. Don’t. There it sits. Dead as a doornail. No happy ending. This car gets one more week, then I’m done with it. I have a guitar that needs to get finished and I already feel terrible that it’s not done. So this is it for the crapper. Run or don’t, it has 1 week left to decide. Shit Ten: Friday (for the world, Monday for me), it’s time to get to work… but I said I would change the oil in the Saturn. This has to happen. I man it up and get out there… move the Shit Ten to move the Saturn, I cant change it, this takes a cap wrench, I have a band. Figures. I hop in the Shit Ten… dead. Dead?? I change out the oil in the Saturn, clean up and try to run this through a diagnostic. I know what it is, but I don’t want to admit it. Amy is kind enough to let me use her car to get to work, and another thing I hate to admit is that I let everything get to me. I was feeling pretty low as I pulled in to the office. At this point, I’m feeling pretty low, like everything keeps pushing me down. I get a text from my friend Phoenix Rage with some awesome news about him winning the contest, and that actually made my day. I felt as if it was a bit of something right at least. It was a something I needed to hear. I get to work and look over Craigslist, all I want is a 4X4 5 speed. I don’t care what it is, what it looks like or anything. Nothing I can afford. Hell I cant afford ANYTHING right now… I spent all of the money I had on trying to get the tracker going… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I give up the search and concentrate on my job. I cant afford to relax at work anyway. Jen starts to search from home and she’s the queen of craigslist… if it’s on there, she’ll find it. JEN came back with nothing. concluded in comments… |
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