This weekend was uncomfortably warm around the house. Saturday, I finished the major stuff on my car, and am glad I did it myself versus shelling out the $560. Knock on wood. The only tricky part was accessing the spark plugs because I had to remove some funky plastic ducting and the windshield cleaning fluid reservoir. Otherwise, it was pretty easy.
Oh, I also bought a dryer. Albert Lee Appliance’s shopping experience was initially off-putting because I had to take a number, but once I did, the process was much better than going to Lowe’s or Home Depot and
tackling begging an employee to help me spend money, navigate the tricky rebates or get ill-informed advice. Their price was better and they didn’t frack around by charging for shipping or removing the old dryer and taking it to a glue factory. The new unit comes Wednesday.
Sunday morning was free to get in some biking. Without thinking, I biked halfway to work before diverting on a deliciously hilly side trip. On the way down, my back brake was noticably shot. Gregg’s in Bellevue had just opened, so I had them slap a new set on. I also picked up some more cork wrap to
double-wrap my handlebars for the long biking next week. (My wheels should theoretically be in tomorrow, just enough time to test them biking into work on Wednesday.)
I came back via the very hilly N.E. 8th St, then took the death hill back up to home.
Not surprisingly, I was too dehydrated/hot/lethargic to do much the rest of the day. I skipped out on watching the latest The 4400 and Firefly rerun (working up to the movie — only 46 days left) went to bed at an uncharacteristically early 8:30 pm.
I’m hoping to hit the U-pick blackberry farm tonight and make Terri’s Blackberry Crisp