After a loooong night's deep sleep, I got up around 1:30pm today. My toe hurts like hell. New year's day, I got up to pee around 5:00am, and upon completing the task (sitting down, of course) I was on the way out, staggered sideways, and bashed the long toe on my left foot on a cabinet in the living room. It hurt like hell then, but I was back asleep within minutes. By the afternoon, the toe was an ugly shade of purple and green right around the first joint, (Actually I like that color scheme on anything but human flesh) and ohhhh....the pain. I've had a pretty good limp since. I'm pretty sure I broke it, or at least jammed the hell out of it.
Anyway, I had arranged to see Garner's garage on the south side of town today. He had to go into work around 3:00, and I figured if I got there by two he would be up and could show me around. When I got near his house, (the jouney was quite maddening; I had to follow a pickup truck with a trailer, holding a new fridge, going about 20mph down the curvy road) I immediately recognized his Blazer, which I had seen out in front of my house one frosty morn. I had been sleeping lightly, recovering from a party I had hosted the night before, when I heard several deep thumps. Now, my house was built in the '20s, and it has since settled down into the soft clay, slowly becoming more in tune with the earth, able to pick up the slightest vibrations. It's like a 900 square foot hardwood-floored seismometer. At the party, Garner (which should be spelled "Gjarner", as it is in my phone memory; I think I typed it in that way thinking it was funny...and it is...to me) and I had been talking about this gigantoid tree in my front yard that had been recently cut down by the city. It was a huge old rotten Maple, and I got it cut down for free, since it was growing up through some power lines. But removal was my problem. Garner said that he would try and help me, I guess; I don't remember any specifics, because I was drunk as hell. So I forgot about that until the next morning when I heard the thumps. You can hear his first-hand account of the battle with the old tree on his blog. (link above.)
So there was his Blazer towards the edge of the street in the driveway, followed by his work-in-progress International Scout, then the Corpsica. The garage door was open, and Gjarn was in there doing some last minute cleanup. He gave me a quick tour of the small one-car garage, and recounted several hilarious stories from the neighborhood, mostly involving his own drunken hi-jinx. Or is that jynx? Never used that phrase before.
I had planned to deliver the cycles today, but it was cold, dark and windy, and I wasn't feeling too motivated. Steve, my help, was busy hanging out with a girl. Stoopid girls. I got to my warm house and it internet sucked me in as usual. Steve said he could probably help me tomorrow. We'll see.