"Work?!", Maynard G. Krebs on the Many Loves of Dobie Gillis -1959 to 1963

    

    Trash day always a bit of a fright as the truck rolls by around 6:45 like it might want to snatch your can but doesn't until maybe 11 or 1 or 9. Like the guy said when asked a while ago, "We just don't know when, where or how much". It's just garbage.

    S went off for an allergy assessment in Everett as well as a booster and a thorough vacuuming of the Subaru with a short foray into Costco, but not to wrangle my Rapaflo pee amplifier, rather for cheese.

    For my part I poured 4 gallons of hot water and detergent down into the black and gray water tanks, drained the fresh water and sloshed my way over to Les Schwab to have them check the crack in the front right aluminum  wheel. Other than to say that if it failed I was fucked the guy there couldn't help.

    Texted up B and went for a walk for the update on the bike tour which was challenging and was he glad to be home. He feels he may well buy a scooter so he and his partner (who already has hers) can do chores and recreate more funly. Sent B a link to an article in the Times called "Work is a False Idol". He mentioned this will be his 22nd year in the Ed industry.

Mowed the back yard.

In an unusual move D managed to get some soft poo on his right rear skirt requiring multiple stick retrievals in the salty sea and an insurance spray down at home.