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Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:06 amI added eleven more imps to my current sale post, if anyone would like to take a look.
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alchemylabAug. 2nd, 2005
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Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:35 amNot only is the car still alive, but I even have it back!
Apparently, all of the issues could be chalked up to the old and corroded fuel filter. And the fact that I was two quarts low on transmisson fluid. It would appear that I've a tiny leak and now there's a third thing I need to check once a week, to make sure that I'm not running low.
My father also told the mechanic to check out my air conditioning, which hasn't worked since last summer, when we had it fixed the first time. They installed a new blower and every thing seemed a-ok, in fact I was highly enjoying life as I drove down the highway with all the windows up and the air running, until it decided to punk out on me. One minute, frosty air shooting through the vents at my face. The next, nada.
Tomorrow will prove to be a phone-calling event when I ring the mechanic and ask him what the fuck is this business, my air not working.
I spent the day with my dad, who came home early from work, which was nice. We don't see a whole hell of a lot of each other and when we do, it tends to be very short. Today, we had several hours (two of which included watching Shaun of the Dead together, which he found very silly, but enjoyable).
He keeps discussing all manner of legal paperwork for when he dies, which isn't putting me in the best of moods. I recognize that I need to know these things, but it doesn't make it any less depressing. My father, who has been a bear/fireplug hybrid of a man my entire life, is not allowed to grow weak and die. It's simply just not acceptable. I know that he's the sort to just drop dead all of a sudden, there's next to no fear of having to take care of him on his sick bed like I had to do with my mom.
To be honest, I'm not sure which is worse.
Apparently, all of the issues could be chalked up to the old and corroded fuel filter. And the fact that I was two quarts low on transmisson fluid. It would appear that I've a tiny leak and now there's a third thing I need to check once a week, to make sure that I'm not running low.
My father also told the mechanic to check out my air conditioning, which hasn't worked since last summer, when we had it fixed the first time. They installed a new blower and every thing seemed a-ok, in fact I was highly enjoying life as I drove down the highway with all the windows up and the air running, until it decided to punk out on me. One minute, frosty air shooting through the vents at my face. The next, nada.
Tomorrow will prove to be a phone-calling event when I ring the mechanic and ask him what the fuck is this business, my air not working.
I spent the day with my dad, who came home early from work, which was nice. We don't see a whole hell of a lot of each other and when we do, it tends to be very short. Today, we had several hours (two of which included watching Shaun of the Dead together, which he found very silly, but enjoyable).
He keeps discussing all manner of legal paperwork for when he dies, which isn't putting me in the best of moods. I recognize that I need to know these things, but it doesn't make it any less depressing. My father, who has been a bear/fireplug hybrid of a man my entire life, is not allowed to grow weak and die. It's simply just not acceptable. I know that he's the sort to just drop dead all of a sudden, there's next to no fear of having to take care of him on his sick bed like I had to do with my mom.
To be honest, I'm not sure which is worse.
