Welcome to the final stretch… Friday has arrived.
It’s dry out there and it’s warm enough to keep the ice at bay. Fog has dissipated to a state of non-existence. However, we do have wind and rocks to contend with. There are some gusty gales, blasting breezes, wafting winds and zinging zephyrs. This will bring rocks out of hiding to manifest their stark-naked stones in full view in the middle of the freakin’ highway, where they’ll try to rip your oil pans off. Use extra caution for the couple of miles downhill from Upper Waterman Canyon Road’s exit, since that stretch, as expected under any windy condition, is already significantly peppered with a lot of smaller juvenile rocks. This is our warning that the mommas and the poppas will be making an appearance later today.
I’m excited about Friday…. Today marks the culmination of a project I’ve been working on for quite some time. My car has been in the shop all week while getting “wrapped.” If you are unfamiliar with this term, it means that I’m getting giant stickers—like wallpaper—applied to my car. Now, the wallpaper analogy might be a little misleading, as this seems to conjure up images of a hideous nature. A vehicle wrap actually looks like a paint job: there are no wrinkles or creases, and it will not “lift.” It IS removable, if one chooses to do so, but removal will destroy the wrap… it cannot be installed again. However, underneath that wrap, the original paint is perfectly preserved.
A wrap can be less expensive than a paint job… and it is highly customizable. One can select any color, any design, any art… even photographs. Chrome is a popular wrap style, too… in various colors. I think it would be fun to wrap a Mustang to look like a Camaro… or a wrap a Hyundai to look like a Bentley.
Anyhow, I’ve had this project in the planning process for a few months now. This week I’ve been tooling around in a rental car and suffering from separation anxiety, as the wrap artist does his thing. Tonight though, I shall be reunited with my mighty steed, my cherished chariot… it’ll be freshly wrapped, looking utterly different and new. This’ll be better than Christmas for me!
I saw an advertisement for a device that will help clean your CPAP. What… no more CPAP smears?
I keep getting spam email from random “fortune tellers,” who have really important information for me, which they’ll divulge if I send them some money. They all go by the title of, “Medium.” Like, Medium Wanda, Medium Carol, Medium Amanda. Man, if I were in that scam business, I’d use a name like Medium Rare, Medium Large, Medium Fries, or Medium Long.
On this day in history, March 29, 2019, nothing has happened yet, because it’s still too early. However, on March 29 of 1986, records by a band called the Beatles were legally sold in Russia… for the first time. And on March 29 of 1994, Jimmy Johnson quit the Dallas Cowboys. I guess he ended up really having a great career as a NASCAR driver though, so it seems to have worked out for him. Only, no cheerleaders. Whatever. Much faster game. Oh, and on March 29 of 502 (yes, that’s a year), King Gundobar of Burgundy (an ancestor of Ron, I’m assuming) delegated royal power. But I’m sure that you were all preparing your celebrations for that event already, and I’m just preaching to the choir. Keep it classy, Crestline…
Remember, Monday is April 1st… one of my favorite days of the year. Time for pranks and tricks and hilarious deception. Legally, you are allowed to do/say anything on this day, as long as it’s eventually followed by uttering, “April fools!” Or, wait… dang it… it might be “April’s fool!” Is it just “April fool!”?!? Shoot. Now I’m confused. I’m not totally sure what you are required to declare. I’ll have to look up what the real thing is. Maybe just say all three in order to avoid any legal grey areas. And you should probably offer a disclaimer/explanation, so that people know why you say it three different ways. That should keep it legal… and THAT is how we keep it classy, Crestline…