We retired early last night and got up at oh-dark-thirty this morning for the second consecutive day. I'm thinkin' this isn't such a bad thing and am associating this phenomenon with the recently-completed vacation, which appears to have really rejuvenated me.
Our normal routine... which has been in effect for the last several years... is to stay up to all hours of the night and roll out sometime before noon, often just barely before noon. Now that's all well and good and I do it because I can. But here it is not quite noon (as I write) and the coffee's long since been put away; we've made the blog-rounds; three weeks worth of mail has been retrieved from the post office, opened, and processed; we ran a few errands over in The Big(ger) City™; and finally whipped by the Class Six store on Cannon Airplane Patch to restock the beer supply.
The Well-Stocked Bachelor's Fridge
Happy Hour will be MOST pleasing today -- note the ample supply of Chimay Blue in the fridge. There's a story there, too. I happen to run into the beer distributor out at Cannon on my last beer run before we left for points east. I was wearing my New Belgium Trippel tee shirt and the guy looked up from stocking the shelves to say "Nice shirt!" We got to talkin' and he identifies himself as the local distributor, after which I complimented him on the wide variety of beers he puts on our shelves, following that up with "I have a request. You stock Chimay gift packs (three bottles of beer and a glass) but don't put any of their beer on the shelf. What's up with that? Coz I'd REALLY like to see bottles of Chimay Blue for sale." He replies "You're the second guy today who made that request. The next time you come in there'll be Blue on the shelf." And so there was. And we are most grateful.
So... the other errands. The Green Hornet is showing her age. Case in point:
The clear coat is peeling off her bumper cap, which doesn't surprise me seeing as how she's nearly ten years old and has NEVER been garaged; the New Mexico sun is fierce indeed and is HARD on paint jobs. So we cruised over to Clovis this morning and made an appointment with Rembrandt's body shop to get the bumper cap resprayed on the 17th of next month... coz we cannot stand seeing our baby suffer. And there's more...
Her Hat is Coming Undone
The stitching was coming unglued on TGH's top when we left for points east and it got progressively worse as the trip went on, winding up looking like this when we got home. We held our breath (metaphorically speaking) for the last 500 miles or so, as a constant 80 mph wind in conjunction with incredible amounts of rain certainly wasn't being kind to what remained of the stitching. All that will be fixed this coming Thursday when the kind folks at Craftmasters Upholstery Shop in Clovis will stitch her up like new for the reasonable sum of 275 Yankee Dollars. Which is reasonable when you consider a new top costs about 2,500 of those same Yankee Dollars plus installation, tax, title, Baksheesh, and all that happy stuff. I'm getting off easy.
So. We're pretty much done for the day. The hardest part of the rest of the day will be delaying Happy Hour until the Chimay is chilled. Hmmm. There IS the freezer...