the contortionist
My weekend is not starting well.
Thursday afternoon my truck starting making a strange new noise, that I didn't recognize as anything familiar. I eventually decided it must be one of the rear drum brakes squealing, as I didn't change it last year when I changed the other. So in emergency fashion, I changed that brake in < 1 hour before class. But the noise continued. Jeff suggested it was a driveshaft U-joint, so I finally crawled under the truck and he was close. It was a rubber gasket of sorts that holds the driveshaft up. So I'm not sure what to do about that.
But Ann went to her mom's for the weekend, so I don't have access to the van. And it's quite cold all weekend, even a chance of snow, so riding the bike is pretty much out too.
Jeff and I went to a new bar poker game last nite, but we both got crushed. This bar game gives away cash. That's right. Cash. AND, you have to put in a quarter per person to play. The quarter is apparently a "bounty" on the previous game's winner. How this is not gambling is beyond me.
Today I'm going to work on framing the bathroom wall, and then we're going to a new home poker game this afternoon. But I guess I'm at Jeff's mercy for a ride....