Life goes on...six of them, right under one roof!
(First...Thanks, Shorts! Thanks, Wrider!)
First and foremost, I haven't done a durn thing with the bike. It actually has one of the kids' booster seats sitting on it, and I'm told that I can't look behind it, or I'll find out what I'm getting from Santa. Apparently my wife is leasing out the space to NorthPole, Inc., or something. Most likely, I won't be doing anything with the bike, either...not until April sometime, if we have an early thaw, that is. I do live in northern Michigan. We got about a foot of snow on Dec. 1. It's gone now, actually. Been in the forties and rainy for a couple of weeks. Sigh...sing it with me... "I'm....dreaming.......of a GREEN....Christmas!"
Being unseasonably warm, I did actually get a chance to work on my car's radio this morning. A couple of weeks ago, I popped the cassette out (cassette...remember them? They're what people used to use before there were cd's. They're kind of like video-tapes...erm, those things people used to watch on tv before there were dvd's. Geez, this isn't helping.) and instead of listening to "WKLT, Northern Michigan Rocks! Hoowah!" I listened to static. And found that none of the buttons on the radio worked anymore. In fact, all I could do was turn the thing on/off, and play the cassette. Frustrating.
So today, I went out, tore off the piece of dashboard over the radio and pulled the head unit out and disconnected the power. I was right, when I powered it back on, it had reset itself and worked fine. Then I tried the cd changer that rides in the trunk...and it didn't work. After another half-hour, I figured out that the changer itself seemed to be the dead link, everything else seemed to be working. I spent another twenty minutes disassembling the top of the changer so I could get my cd's out of it. Hey, even if the electronic gizmo is dead, that's no reason to give up my Soundarden and Beastie Boys discs!
I can't manage to get too bent out of shape about it...I mean, I consider the whole system kind of a freebie. When we bought the Jeep Wagoneer that I drove before this car, it came with the head unit and changer. When the Jeep shuddered off into the Rust ring of Dante's Inferno, I pulled them out and transplanted them into the '84 Crown Victoria that I drive now. There was an empty hole waiting for them, even -- the high-school kid I bought the car from had torn his own cd player out of the dash before he sold it to me. So, $750 for the car, nothin' for the sound system, and I was rollin' in a barge with a changer.
Anyway, now I'm rollin' in a barge with a cassette deck.
Thankfully, it's a barge with a cassette deck that can carry four kids in carseats and two sort-of squished adults -- true six passenger seating, and a trunk that's larger than any sedan's trunk has a right to be. Or in normal-people language -- my old barge can carry all six of us, in varying levels of comfort. It'll do until we can get something just a tetch bigger. I've even had a pair of snow-tires mounted on the rear, so that on icy roads the stern doesn't have SUCH a desire to become the bow.
I've been back to work for two weeks now, after being off for a month with the twins. That 5ux0rs. No way around it. I got used to sitting on my heiney at home and letting money roll in. I recommend it to anyone. I got to spend a month being an adult, a parent, a human with judgment. Then I went back to work and had to remember that I'm actually a stupid child with the judgment ability of a barstool. Yeah, that rocks. I mean, I've always figured that one could have a job they hate, but that brings in the dough...or one could have a job they love that doesn't pay enough. I have a job I hate, that doesn't pay enough -- I've royally messed it up somewhere...how'd I get into this predicament?
Oh well, it's life. The babies are good babies. They eat, they poop, they cry, they sleep. They're porking out, which is a good thing. We'll probably give them a year or so before we start laying on the guilt about their weight and trying to make them into little Parises and Nicoles. They seem to be pretty good about letting us go places. They slept through my son's 1st grade Christmas show -- which, incidentally, was almost unbearably cute. By the way...how many growth hormones are in an average kid's diet these days? There were a couple of those fifth and sixth grade girls (and we're talking ages 10 to 12 here) who looked like I remember the senior cheerleaders looking when I was in school. It's got to be something when my WIFE is elbowing me and saying, "Hey, looks like the hooter-fairy has been to HER house!"
Wow, what do I follow THAT with? Commenting on an elementary school kid's chest is kind of a conversation-stopper, isn't it? Kind of like an "oops" in the operating room.
Speaking of operating rooms, orthopedic surgery sounds horrible. I answer the phones for the help desk at a hospital, and I've gotten calls from the operating rooms while they're doing some sort of joint replacement surgery. I can say from experience that a hammer and chisel hitting a bone sounds exactly like nothing else. It's grody. It's no joke: they have Black and Decker cordless drills as part of their surgical utensils. When my dad had his hip replaced this past February...I didn't tell him any of this.
So, we went to the mall today to Christmas shop. In this particular mall, there's a Saturn showroom. They had a new Saturn Sky, roped off so nobody could sit in it. They had a Saturn Aura -- the Saturn version of the Pontiac G6. And they had a Saturn Vue, hooked to a trailer, which had a Buell Ulysses on it. Nice-looking bike. I wish I liked Buells, but every time I've sat on one I get the heebie-jeebies and think I'm going to rocket over the handlebars. But there you have it...a tiny bit of motorcycle content, found at the mall, at Christmas time.
1979 XS650F -- "Hi, My name's Nick, and I'm a Motorcyclist. I've been dry for four years." (Everybody: "Hi, Nick.")