Yesterday I forgot to mention that it was my Boniva day. Once a month is better than once a week, but it is still a drag. Yesterday I helped Joshua take the Camry to the auto wrecking yard down near San Jose. He had gotten the papers from the DMV so they would give him a check for $1000 whit the idea that they want to get clunkers off the road. It had nearly a quarter of a million miles on it, so is had been the best car I was ever connected to. It still ran good, but it had a leak in the radiator that Josh was told it would take over a thousand dollars to fix. The problem was that it had to be driven to the wrecking yard to collect the money, and it overheated whenever driven. We finally solved this problem by borrowing a couple of five gallon empty water jugs from his work, along with an oven glove to open the hot radiator cap. Then whenever it heated up Josh would pull over. I was following in my Sienna so I would pull over with him. After a couple of times of pouring new water into the radiator, I managed to fold up a couple of pieces of a McDonald's Happy Meal box to stick in the main holes in the radiator, which slowed down the lead enough that we could go three or four miles between pullovers instead of one mile. The wrecking yard gave him the check and told him the car would be crushed first thing this morning. This adventure reminded me of what my life used to be like in Alaska.
When I got home, I read some more of The Economist and watched Masterpiece Mystery on PBS.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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