Everybody Has Bad Days

... and this guy just had one. Would you like to hear about it? Whats that? You would? Well great, I will tell you all about it. It started off just fine, in fact, it started off good. I got to sleep in a little bit. I've been waiting to do that all week, and finally Sunday came around and I got to sleep past 7. So I got up, puts some clothes on, and went out the door. Only, there was a sign of things to come. I had bought a beanie the day before at Davis (where I work) and I couldn't find it for the life of me. But I thought that I might have left it in Jen's car and went on. Besides, it was going to be in the 60s and there was no need for cold weather gear. So I went on my way to meet my dad.

I rounded the turn to my father's house and I heard a noise. My car makes lots of noises. It is a rather noisy car, but this noise was a bad one. After the noise the ride got very rough, but I limped the rest of the quarter mile to my dad's. When I got out of the car I inspected the car. I had a nail sticking through the sidewall of my tire. If you have had this happen to you, you know that this is death to the tire. There is no plugging a tire with sidewall damage. (that is if you want to have any type of reliable tire on your car) Why was I on my way to my father's this morning? I will tell you. My brother is in the process of moving his family from WV to Tyler, TX. Much closer to the Bayou State than out east where he was. He had loaded a large trailer and had it delivered to the house he is renting in TX. My Dad and I were head out there to unload the trailer because the next day it would be hauled away. My plan was simple. Unload as if my life depended on it and be back in LA in time to have dinner with Jen. The moment the door was lifted from the trailer my heart sank and my back planned a walk-out.

Good thing that backs can't walk by them selves. I worked hard and fast. My dad, in his fifties, is somewhat past his prime, so decide to try to take the brunt of the load. My self, not in peak physical condition, strained to do everything possible to move the process along. All in all we worked till twilight and barely got things done before running out of light. (did I mention that my brother was not there) We returned home, aching from head to foot, past eight o'clock. I returned to my love at nearly nine. I didn't return to the apartment till much later. It had been one of the longest, hardest, toughest days in a very long time, and I still had a donut on my car. All was not well in the world of Carl but at least that was behind me.

I'm glad to say that there is a tire on my car once more and for the most part my body doesn't ache. I look forward to a good night's rest and time well spent with my fiance. I guess you've read enough of my complaints. It's now time for Jen to read my blog and tell me where I've made my grammatical errors.

Later.