A test of cargo space
Time zone changed again, through the night, in another attempt to prove how powerless we are. Right now, I’m assuming that jet lag feels something like this. After all, my body doesn’t realize how close to bedtime I should be. The clocks have been adjusted (I hope), and tomorrow will be another ordinary day.
My angst is gone. The new saw is home, and although I haven’t revved up the motor (OK, I know, the motor is fixed speed) I can now start planning to do all those things I don’t quite know how to do. As a handyman, I mean. I wonder how many pieces of innocent wood will be sacrificed to my newest toy? We were pleased (really please) that everything fit into the tiny-car. Back when the van filled the driveway, there was no illusion. You could fit anything you wanted in the back, after removing the seats. We didn’t of course, but options are important. Now we have to accept that the cargo area of a Versa is limited. The backup plan was to start phoning friends with trucks.
The upstairs TV is presenting old music clips from Ed Sullivan. Quality material. Even after a half century of reflection, the artists still sound good. Kind of like hockey. I’m sure that the old 6 team league had better talent, blade for blade, than it does now. Before you get started, trying to tell me about how the kids now would be stars in the 60’s please realize that in those days we could name the players on each team. Now, it’s a memory game to name all the teams. Just sayin’.
