As of this morning, my most recent blog post on my company’s site is the “most liked” recent post in the entire company. It’s actually just “The Parable of the Motorcycle” from my Stories about Noah series, slightly re-written to focus on the idea that, when people ask if something can be done, they’re not actually interested in how much work it will be, only about the end result. The finished product reads as less cynical than my synopsis makes it sound. The path to a cushy copy writing job is becoming clearer.
On my way to Champlin after work yesterday, the persistent shudder in my right, rear tire that started around the first of the year metamorphosed into a jarring rattle and eventually a blown and shredded tire along north 169. I put the spare on in relatively short order, only to find the spare in only slightly better condition, though it did get me off the freeway and into the parking lot of an appliance store in New Hope where I could stash the car while I ate Mexican food and shopped for tires. As luck would have it, my car was only about a mile and a half from the place selling the cheapest tires in the metro area, well within the radius of my roadside assistance plan’s free towing benefit. All told, assuming that I was planning to buy tires out of my next paycheck or two anyway, the whole ordeal cost me nothing but my afternoon.
I’m off work today at 3:30 which is shockingly early for a Friday. My tentative plan for the weekend involves a lot of measuring, purchasing of bins and shelves, and organizing the two closets off my kitchen. And maybe designing a logo for the Bargain Basement Bar and ordering custom matchbooks from the internet. And probably something involving putting chili on top of other food.
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