I had a interesting experience last night (like most nights). I volunteered to scrap out a fairly large camper trailer to help out my friend Roger. He is moving and he needed to get it off the property. So I told him I would take it, tear it apart and sell the aluminum (maybe 200 bucks). Of course, there is quite a bit of nuisance involved and the "fluff" left over from a camper is no fun at all. Most junk yards won't take them because of the amount of fluff. So I hooked up the truck, no safety chains, no lights, and a tire that is leaking air. Wouldn't you know that moving the trailer caused the leak to get bigger. And after filling it with air a couple of times, the tire disintegrated. "OK, I can deal with this." I am about three miles from home and there is a fresh layer of new asphalt down on the road up ahead. The new asphalt is so rare in my neighborhood; I really couldn't bear the thought of having the bare rim chew it all up. I did drive a few miles on the rim, but the new road was too much. I decided to stop at one of the local hillbilly houses that looks more like a junk yard than a home. All I had to say was, "you want it?" There was a great deal of excitement, "Just back r right in here, w'll strip r tonight!" The liliputians were all over that thing like piranas. It was a great end to a problematic situation and I got the chance to mingle with some native "Bershirians". The next day I had a macabre need to drive by to see what the bones looked like.
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Work has been tough on me lately. I am jam packed with meetings all day tommorrow. I have something going on in the evening from 6:00 to 9:30 and I have to get to work early to take care of some projects. It is going to be a long day... on top of that it is my birthday. This does not sound like the way you would want to spend your birthday. I will get up at 5:30 get to work before 7:00 work to at least 5:00, drive to Owego and get home at close to 10:00 pm. Is there something in this for me? "I don't know. I really don't know." Then he asks, "Why are you doing it?" The answer is, "I don't know. I really don't know."
We have talked to the vet about putting Fauna down. If my birthday wasn't jam packed with hostile meetings and other crap we would probably do it then. Life sucks right now. What we do with the body is a significant issue. It appears she should be put down with the other animals so they c
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