He's a cool guy. He sang along softly with rock tunes on the office sound system while he worked. I could have gone for a harder rock vibe, but we keep the guy happy who is drilling within fine tolerances toward a nerve. He laid out some difficulties we might encounter if . . . some very real possibilities. But it all went as planned and hoped.
This was my third trip to the little city down the hill in four days. It has been something of a shopping marathon, planning for acquisitions between the necessary errands I had to go for. Friday for the DMV, Sunday for the theatre (plug to follow in a separate blog), Monday for the dentist. My car is still full of several things I deemed too heavy to lift post-surgically. J I’ve also left a lot of things in custody of my credit card company (my debts for this stuff and extra gasoline purchases).
When I left home the western skies were clear, but when I arrived at the dentist, they were showing these little pufferbillies.
Beautiful day that it was, I chose to go home via bucolic back roads. There were some great vistas of really towering thunderheads, but without sufficient distances from curves to stop for pictures. Most of these were taken on-the-fly.
|More mustard, and the mustard car |
fortuitously drove up just as I shot the picture
|Still big thunderheads to the east|
|Well, there is this big light fixture sticking up |
right in the middle of my view.
|And the occasional aircraft and hangers are there, too.|
Still watching for weather.
See you soon.