Emily just commented that the Sunday funnies are not as funny as they used to be. I have been thinking same for a couple years. Why? There can’t be any fewer cartoonists out there, right? I don’t enjoy them to any great level. I still read them but don’t laugh much. Sad.
We got up about 840 this morning. The night before wore us out. The dinner out really was an awesome outing. It’s nice when my self-hype is held up to the actual event and the event is better. I gotta start hyping myself bigger I guess.
So we both sat and read the paper and ate breakfast together. Not the usual. Emily goes to workout on sundays and I am home alone. No matter. Paper was without merit today. I found myself starting to read articles and dropping out quickly. Slow news day?
I have plenty planned for today. Smog the car. Work on the S2000 to find the “klunk”. Then wash the gal cuz she is dirty after the unpaved, wet dirt parking lot last night. That place is a little rough. Part of the charm.
Does that sound like plenty? Gotta shower first. Start the laundry. Sunday. Ok, I am as clean as I will be today. I stripped the bedclothes from the bed. I reset Roomba on the charger. Boy, this is a banner day! The car is next.
Found a smog place open in Vacaville. Headed over. No line, no wait had a $30 off coupon. What can go wrong? Well, I can fail the test. Seems connecting the chip into the Mass Air Sensor wiring is a visual fail. Because I “tampered” with the equipment. A load of horseshit. I left and went to see Dennis, my mechanic. He required it for me. Quickly. I went back to the smog shop and I passed. See what a little studying does for test results?
After that debacle I went home. I pulled the air filter off the Fit and put it in the dishwasher. Easiest way to clean it. Need it dry to drive but it’s still early and I have time.
Went to work on the convertible. I need to find the source of the “klunk klunk” the hs been plaguing it. My mechanic had me take it into a shop and check the under side. Nada. He said I should take it into ge dealer and maybe they could find it. That was a couple months ago. Today I set aside some time to find it. So I took apart the trunk basically and went through all areas I could behind seats and in the boot. Nada. So in this tiny car there is little room. So there is no glove box in the usual spot up front. It’s actually between the seats. And it’s hard plastic in the inside of the box. Makes a drum like sound when you knock on it. Well, last night, when we were driving, I noted the sound came from behind Emily. She said it came from behind me. So I said, must be in the middle. Well, I opened the glove box. Inside my registration. And the lock but for unlocking the lugs on my wheels. And I think, does that roll around in here? And make a loud drum noise? So I took it out and went for a ride. No noise. I put it back, went for a ride, there was the noise. I may not be Einstein but I think I figured it out. It now resides in a small container, with pudding, in the glove box. No noise. Glad I didn’t take it to the shop. I woulda looked dumb.
So in honor of solving this ancient riddle, I washed the car. Noise free and clean. Bonus!!
Emily got home about then. She was not nearly as impressed as I was with the cure of the car as I was. Too bad.
Not much else to do. Put cars and crap away. Head inside. Sit down. Realize I needed to go to the pharmacy for Rx. So done.
Got home and set tri tips to defrost in the sink. Marika is coming. I also made ginger snaps. Gonna be awesome of course. Glad to be done with cookies so I sit down. Emily immediately says, let’s go make the rest of dinner. No. I say gimme five, slave driver! Or something to that effect. I am taking five. I can update the blog. That’s important work.
Ok. So Emily made a salad. I prepped the meat and started the BBQ. Put the meat on. Marika arrived. Emiky roasted some cauliflower. I made cocktails for everyone. A regular Sunday night dinner. I guess. We did enjoy our dinner.
After dinner we are watching the Grammys. I should say, I am stuck watching them. Emily and Marika seem to enjoy it. I find most award shows to be mundane and boring. I don’t enjoy them even when I know who the nominees are. The Grammys do nothing for me. Just more noise
My car air filter, which I had cleaned in the dishwasher earlier, has finally dried. I left it in front of the fireplace too dry. I reinstalled it just a few minutes ago. Hope rhere is a huge difference. Probably not noticeable. But I can dream.
Marika is spending the night. And leaving early am. She has class in the morning so has to be back early. Always nice to get a quick visit from the girl.
I am ready for bed. It’s late enough, 920. But I have to wait for Emily. Marika will prob go to bed too I think. Maybe I can sneak up to bed. And make it so O can get in it. Last bit of work for the day.