I woke up early as usual, and washed and waxed our new car. Its a good thing to do when you buy a used car, because you touch every inch of it, see whats busted and whats loose so you’re not surprised when it either flies off on the freeway or makes a noise and you can save it. Pretty good car. I bought good I think. Time will tell.
I bought the old school turtle wax. My arms hurt a little. A statement on my conditioning I guess, but my illusion is that sumbitch looks better. I like this car. Liked it when I saw it. Fun to drive a standard again. Ill get her serviced in the morning, and temp tags by noon. I saw that jiffy lube discounts you ten bucks if you come in before 10. Perfect. I’d have been in there by 9 anyway.
Fiddled with my bike some, drank beer, and puttered around in the garage. Done with that by 2′ o clock. Holy shit, sized up to be a good day by then.
Mrs Dunn was fighting with the kids. Now I’m not a woman, and I don’t pretend to understand them. Truth is, I never have. I just know better than to get in the middle of a fight between women. I’m not sure that Dad ever taught me that, but my spidey sense tells me to stay the fuck away so I talked to her a bit and gave her some support, then I watched Forrest gump with em and gave em fatherly advice in spots. Who knows if it sticks, but maybe it will. Still, you gotta say it.
The one thing I hit pause on, while watching the movie and turning to my daughter: NEVER let another man lay a hand on you or hit you. That hippie prick from berkley hit jenny and forrest fed him with floor punches so his head couldnt recoil. Seems about right. I’m proud to say I’ve never hit a woman, and I’ll be damned if any piece of shit hits my daughters. I wanted my daughters to know that.
Good day. Great Day. looking forward to this week.