I am stressed out this morning. After being locked in the house for two days with the dogs, I decided that the roads were clear enough to take them over to Lippincottonia this morning. About half way there I noticed that the temperature gauge was very hot, not in the red, but still very hot for such a chilly morning. Once I reached Lippincottonia, I popped the hood and saw, to much dismay, that Big Red, Pancake Land’s truck, was spewing antifreeze again. We had gone through this ordeal last summer and we were under the impression that we had solved the problem. Think again.

The reason that I am driving Big Red in the first place is because my Volvo has officially died. Well, almost. I was only running on a couple of cylinders. When you only have four cylinders, you really notice when only a couple of them are working properly. I have to say that I have so much respect for Volvos. That car was pulled from a field by Jackie the Mick. He flushed the transmission and drove it for a little over a year before selling it to me for two cigarettes. I then drove it for over two years. It still runs. Of course, only using two cylinders. It burns through oil and gas like nobody’s business, but it still runs. With the only option for it being a total engine rebuild, and seeing as how parts for Volvos are crazy expensive, we scrapped the poor old beast and I’ve been driving Big Red. Seeing as how Pancake Land doesn’t leave the house much due to the nature of her job, it has been working out fine.

Herein lies the problem. I, for the time being, have to commute back and forth to work with the two dogs. I also need to go over to the new house and work on painting so that we can move. My plan for today was just that, to paint.  Now I am seemingly stuck at home again. Bollocks.

G-Man said that I can borrow his van for the time being if I need to. I guess I am going to have to. Maybe I’ll see if Jackie will sell me his station wagon. It is just frustrating is all. I have heard that God laughs at us when we make plans. Well, laugh it up, Buster.

I have to go figure out what the Hell I am going to do. If anyone has a reliable Ford Ranger that they want to give me, I will gladly accept it. I’d probably give you a couple cigarettes for it if you want.

Oh, I took this photo yesterday. It is my Poland, 1944 photo.

You can almost hear the Soviet tanks approaching.

Well, I’m going to go try and improvise a way to get over to the other house to work. More soon. ~SC