Fifteen Days

No, it's not some the name of the latest cliched apocalyptic thriller chronicling the last days of the world as we know it. It's the length of time since my last post and it's downright pathetic.

To my credit, not much has changed since my last post. My car is still not completely fixed (bumper still hanging on for dear life) so if all goes well I'll be stopping by the body shop tomorrow morning and have it reattached for the second time. Here's hoping it doesn't fall of again; if it does, my dad may go ballistic. He still owns the car (wink, wink). But before I can go to the body shop I must get an oil change. I can't recall the last time the oil was changed...the sticker indicating the suggested date/mileage of the next oil change fell off the windshield long ago. Probably not a good thing, and now I've convinced myself that their are odd smells emanating from my engine compartment. Probably my imagination but it's enough to motivate me to actually get it changed tomorrow. Have a few coupons so I'm going to stop by a few places and attempt to determine which one "looks" the best. Normally I'd be going to my regular mechanic, Gus, but his service station is still a pile of rubble after it was knocked down a few months ago. Supposedly there will be a new Citgo (with a car wash!!!) there shortly but they haven't started building yet. Winter, anyone? This is Chicago, after all.

Currently making plans for my little vacation to lovely Albuquerque, NM. I'll be visiting my good friend Antonio as he celebrates the completion of his new house. Cliff will also be there so I'm anticipating a rowdy good time. Perhaps we can relive a bit of the past and share some experiences that will join the plethora that already exist. It seems at times that Cliff and I could carry on an entire conversation merely reminiscing about all those times Tono made us laugh. No offense, Tono. You know we love you. Really. Which reminds me, I think it's time to pick up some new tobacco. Don't want to show up at some high altitude without some food for my pipe. And maybe they sell some decent beer in Albuquerque...but how would I get it home? That's something to consider....

If I remember I'll post tomorrow concerning the results of my car-related adventures. Those that are planned don't even take into account the fact that my windshield wipers still aren't fully functional. Damn Volkswagen, if it weren't so fun to drive I'd be selling the thing. Sometimes you have to compromise.