Mechanic

We picked up quite a few nice things at the winter farmer’s market at Mahoneys.  Only two farmers, though.

I fixed Ron’s van!

The door locks had frozen into closed position.  I was able to free them up with a big screwdriver.  Similar setup as the hood latches.

I am in a horrible mood, partly because Ron yelled at me about not being able to hear me rather than expressing appreciation, and because one of our neighbors has a lousy, imperious attitude toward us.  If it weren’t for the fact that I’m fond of her son, I’d be tempted to go over there with a baseball bat right now.

I am so fed up with people: on Facebook, in the neighborhood, in the course of everyday commerce.

Hope to be able to laugh about this tomorrow.