Bob was acting weird yesterday evening. He would just stand and stare at me. Finally I thought maybe he has an upset stomach (a few times a week thing) so I took him on a walk and sure enough he ate grass but nothing came up. I was at a loss. This morning I figured out that I never feed him dinner because his food was still in the Suburban from our trip. Poor dog has a E36 M3ty owner/feeder.
I decided to try my hand at making charcoal for another project.
In the oven
Good news, it worked.
House smells like a campfire. Other good news: wife isn't mad.
Short version, I won't be doing that again.
*edit for follow up:
wife can't be upset with any standing, since when she got home with the kids, her and 6yo proceeded to crack a can of sardines and waft that all over the place. So there's that.
My manager is in currently here on a work permit, with green card process "almost completed". "Almost completed" has been going on for months though, through a lot of angst, cancelled trips and other shenanigans associated with being able to tend to family back in France.
That was all squared away so that he and his family could take a trip back to France, and he'll be returning at the end of next week.
While catching up with him, I asked him how much it might be worth to him to be able to return without someone making a call that could detour he and his family through a concentration camp in Louisiana.
Two cars parked next to a barn caught my eye one day. I didn't have any money at the time, but I made a mental note of it.
Periodically, I would drive through the neighborhood and check on them. They never moved. I decided that if I ever saw someone outside, I would stop and ask about the cars. That never happened, but I always kept my eye on the classifieds to see if they ever came up for sale.
About a month ago, I drove by the house, and the cars had moved up to the main driveway. A few weeks later, an ad came up on FM and I recognized the cars. I sent a message and asked if i could take a look. Today was that day.
One car was better than I had expected, one was much worse. The price was not unreasonable, but it kept dropping as I looked them over, even without me making any kind of an offer. Eventually, I was actually offered a third car for free, just to get it out of there.
I left with no cars.
Maybe I'm growing up, or maybe I'm just getting lazy. There was a time when I would have dragged them all home and immediately dove into the money pit. Today was not that day.
I'm not usually a patient person, but the first time that I saw these cars was in 1986.
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