A Disconnected Saturday

We surgically removed the offending part. Now what?

Hooray for technology! After only 15 hours the cable company has restored our internet service. It went out last night when a squirrel sneezed on one of the overhead wires, leaving  several thousand people  in our town to go "cold turkey" from Ebay, Craigslist, and the flagship of social networking, Facebook. I even had to postpone this blog to the disappointment of six or eight followers. But now all is well, and the day without the internet was, in fact, interesting. My son Scott spent the day working on my truck. I now know more now about Exhaust Gas Recirculation than the folks who make Gas-X.
We spent more time arguing about the symptoms of a failed EGR than we did repairing the unit. After we learned a new one cost $180, we were determined to salvage the old one. No such luck. Monday I'll be buying one, but that won't erase the fun of Saturday.

Caught in the Act

While we were working in one garage, it turns out that another son and his wife were digging a very large hole in the other garage. I happened in just when SHE was about to whack HIM on the head and forever seal him in fresh cement.
I slipped out and left them to their fun.

This is Indiana, so by 1 pm all the auto parts stores had  closed. After all, who fixes their cars on Saturday afternoon? Probably the same folks who would like a beer on Sunday afternoon, but liquor sales are forbidden here on the Sabbath. I prefer Ohio, where on Sundays,  you can drive straight from drive-thru church to the drive-thru liquor store.

I made a final effort to accomplish something as the afternoon waned. I hung a planter on our  1978 "Cousin Eddy" motorhome which hasn't run in two years, but which makes a great storage facility in the driveway.

I like Saturdays. People are not as stressed as they are other days. Saturdays are for working on cars and knocking off your husband and other traditional American activities. Sunday, unfortunately, brings the tension of dressing nicely for church and sitting in the pew wondering if we have enough beer to get through the football game. Then you have to close the drapes and hide the car so Aunt Beth and Uncle Harvey don't stop by.
Uncle Harvey is an expert in Exhaust Gas Recirculation.