That’s right. They’re predicting snow Friday night. HERE. I guess the surfers better button up those wet suits.
In other news, because there’s always some other news. We now have a new tire on the back of the Buick. This is a photo of the dry rotted temporary tire. The Big Guy didn’t drive the Buick anywhere using the dry rotted temp tire. It just sat on the car for a while like it might be going somewhere, but then we both thought better.
Nabir at the filling station fixed the tire on the Buick, and afterward he told us the serpentine belt was cracked and fixing to blow. I remember now why moving is so bittersweet. It’s fun to go someplace new to live but once you get there you have no idea if the guy who just sold you a new tire for your Buick is lying to you about the serpentine belt. In my worst nightmares, I always dream that belt breaks and whips the 32 valves in the Buick’s engine into a wrecking frenzy. I think Nabir might have tapped into my worst nightmare, but then again he might be telling the truth. No one knows because we don’t know Nabir and we don’t know anyone here to ask about Nabir. So, on Monday we are going to pay Nabir to replace the serpentine belt on a car that is creeping up on 200,000 miles. It almost seems spending $10 on the vehicle may be $10 too much. Well, at least it won’t be the serpentine belt or the left rear tire that causes its demise. It might be the duct tape on the driver’s side seat. There’s so much of that, it looks like it is a duct tape seat. And I’m kind of proud of the Big Guy for that. He did that masterpiece and he’s not even a Southerner.