[tcb] What about me?
- From: "Denis Dodson" <coocoo@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 12:51:53 -0500
So with all this saddness in the family the real important question arises:
WHAT ABOUT ME?!
I know some of you think I have it easy, but you would be wrong! I forgot the
antenna to my Sirius Satellite Radio so I had to listen to ordinary radio for
my whole trip! Well, until I saw a new slimmed down receiver at Walmart
(probably made by cold and naked 7 year olds in a Korean prison, but hey, the
price was right). Then my MP3 player started acting up and I had to yell at the
girl at Circuit City until they gave me a new one.
I won 3 trophies at Paul's shows. I would have won 4 but they gave my second
"longest distance" one to a guy from Tulsa. Some loophole that he actually
drove his bus. If I wanted to be picky I could have asked for "longest
trailered". At least I won more than Everette. By the way, he finally gave me
the catologue number for the weatherstrip rubber, but I wrote it on the back of
my ballot and then I dropped it in the ballot box...He gave the number
to...Ronnie?... I need it, again.
The VOSA show was in a terrific site. Paul needs Allan to teach him to drive.
I ate seared fois gras with a raspberry BBQ sauce and chicken fried oysters, a
delicious roasted chile relleno, (not fried) at Mi Tierra's, all kinds of stuff
from Central Market...
Speaking of Mi Tierra's, when we had dinner there, Steve's third world friends
won both the prizes. I think they were totally mystified. Do Americans often
win inexpensive clothing at dinner?
I found that a person can easily fit two full sized grandfather clocks, a heavy
wooden dining room table with the leafs removed and five big boxes full of
glassware in a splitty bus. Try that in a Dodge Caravan. I loaded it and five
more plastic storage bins, an antique ice box and a sewing machine onto the
trailer. For the first time the big Toyota knew that it had a load.
Jan had earlier asked if we could have sheetrock or something put on the walls
downstairs, in the theater/my room. I came home to find that Travis, my
homebuilder worker bee, had taken my instructions to "panel in the walls" to
mean "strip out the entire room completely, put everything I own out onto the
driveway under a tarp, and install all new wall studs, canister lights in the
ceiling, build in surroundsound speakers with central junction boxes for all
electronic connections including telephone and network, re-rout the heat/AC
ducting and put down an epoxy floor" I nixed the floor idea. I have to feel
like I am in charge.
But since he had to rip out all the wiring, I have NO TV! I had to watch 60
minutes on Jan's little 15''. It made my eyes hurt.
And the refrigerator in the kitchen is DEAD. Muerto. Has been since I left.
Under warrantee, I get a new one, but not until tomorrow.
Do you know why I can't have one today? 'Cuz nobody loves me, that's why
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