Listen to the song that was going through my head all day while you flip through the pictures.
Drove up to northwestern Virginia yesterday, through the bustling cities of Short Pump and Oilville, VA, to the lovely town of Harrisonburg, right next to the West Virginia border, to pick up an engine for my car. It was a nice little day trip… I drove the truck since I wanted to have something I could put the engine in the back of. It performed very well, despite getting abysmal gas mileage and having to downshift manually going up all the hills. I had a bit of scare going around a corner in Staunton, though, where the truck sputtered and died on me. You see, it has two fuel tanks, front and rear, and the fuel level sender for the rear doesn’t work, so I was estimating how far I could go before I had to fill up again. I thought 300 miles would be a good, conservative number, but didn’t quite count on the fact that I’d be ascending into the Appalachian mountains… And when the truck is out of gas, it’s out of gas–no gentle reminders. I managed to coast it to a gas station, and was freaking out a bit (well, freaking out as much as I do–which isn’t much, I just get frustrated), checking all the vital fluids and such, when I decided to flip the switch that activates the front tank again, and it fired right up. I always overlook the obvious…
It was beautiful and clear and breezy, perfect for making airplane wings out the car windows, or birds, or what have you… Rolling hills, farms, undulating country roads, absolutely idyllic.
I got the radio in the truck working on Saturday, so I wasn’t entirely tuneless, but I did turn it off periodically and sing praise songs and French tunes at the top of my lungs, just for variety’s sake. I do wish I had had someone to harmonize with.
Praise God for holding the truck together and keeping me safe. Thank you for your prayers.
p.s. — If anyone’s interested in seeing the engine for whatever reason, it’s here.
I’ve looked at those pictures like five times now. They’re so pretty…
Oh, and I love how I didn’t have to click on the link to listen to the song. :)
lovely pictures :)
but i have to ask…why aren’t you using the lobster pics as lj icons!?
i love those!!
oh, and why were you dressed as a lobster? ;)
i’ve been to harrisonburg maybe twice, but i liked it so much i want to live there someday.
Yes! Because you bought the cd! Huzzah!
And also good morning :o)
Heh… Well, I suppose in a sense it’s good the pictures are out now, before my burgeoning political career takes off. It’s good the voters will know the real me from the get-go.
:o)
Years ago my mom made me a lobster costume for halloween from a Simplicity pattern she found at Piece Goods (fabric store–dunno if they have those where you are). I found the costume a couple of weeks ago in my closet and decided to try it on to see if it still fit.
Donald has been trying to talk me into wearing it for halloween, and to play my accordion too. The tall, bald, accordion-playing lobster. Scary, no?
It was gorgeous out there. Dunno how it would be in the dead of winter–not so appealing, I would imagine, but Sunday was pristine.
Good morning :)
Did your tiredness headache go away?
Hi :o)
Yes, it did. I feel much better this morning. Not completely recovered, but that extra hour of sleep made a HUGE difference overall.
Hope you’re having a good morning too :o)
the acordian playin’, lobster suit wearin’ political guy
ha! that is too cute…
i love the idea!
you go for it! :)
just don’t kiss the babies, you must pinch them with the claw :P