Better news

The old blue Nissan seems to be running. I'm a little suspicious but moving forward anyhow. Spent yesterday afternoon and evening getting it all cleaned up. Windex, 409, Armor All, vacuming, feebreeze, new headlight, retighten bolts, replace water with antifreeze, clean out a bunch of mud, took a seat to the reupholstery place and I'll take the other one when the first one is done. Today I ordered a new radio for it since the old one sucks. The new on is an Alpine (I'm partial to those) and it will have a direct ipod connection and I can add blue tooth and digital radio later if I wish. The bluetooth makes it possible to do hands free phone thru the radio, crazy huh? So I'll put in that with a new antenna when it comes in, and that'll about complete the fix up. Well...... this week I'll probably take it to the auto place to have the bed done with the "spray in" bedliner. That should take care of my worst rusty spots. Then I'll sand and undercoat the other spots with rust, there aren't many.

Today I'll be at the studio/gallery doing some wiring. My friend Marian will stop by and Crystal might come by to help. I need to get that thing dried in before winter!

And with that I better get my ass to work!

It was RIGHT there. :)

So my old blue truck is back in the shop. On the way home from trip two to Alamosa it started running like shit. So rather than tear my hair out and throw things I just took it to the shop (coasted in because it died on the way) and walked home. There's something up with vehicles this summer. LOTS of crappy vehicle shit. I'm getting really really tired of it.

RATS

Took my old blue Nissan to Del Norte tonight. It runs. I guess that's something. It's still noisy and the motor that was completely rebuilt leaks fucking oil. It's making me insane. There's nothing like having a giant dissappointment and no one to get mad at. I can't get mad at the fact that NO ONE IN THE FUCKING WORLD seems to know how to fix a 22 year old truck. It's too non-specific. Can't get mad at my dear friend who now has traumatic brain injury, not being able to finish is so not his fault. So mostly I'm left with getting mad at myself for hoping my dear, sweet old truck could be put back into a wonderful driving sort of shape. I guess I'm just a dumb fuck for hoping on this one. It'll get me down for a while and then the optimism will creep back in. Fucking optimism anyway!

Had a pretty good weekend. Put in a waterline, put in a window at the studio, went to Denver to an organizational meeting for the Democratic Party. Got back late, slept well, worked hard today.
Life is good.

Fucking optimism.