Scales

"Agents of the law
Luckless pedestrian
I know you're out there
With rage in your eyes and your megaphones
Saying all is forgiven
Mad Dog surrender
How can I answer?
A man of my mind can do anything"
- Steely Dan

Today is a (now) funny story about purchasing a vehicle, and and a crash course in placards and sundry legalities involving an oil truck delivered from Philadelphia. It is always a wise thing to be nice to men in uniform at the truck scales on I-5 when they can potentially cause much grief. And as much as I hate cell phones, today mine quickly came to the rescue. A few quick calls to some trustworthy co-workers (actually more like friends) quickly rectified the situation.

Today? More drear. More clouds. More cold. Out of the frying pan into the fire. The next few weeks will be traveling to the inexorable humidity and heat of the east. And sadly leaving my house mate and wart-faced pit bull/boxer as summer begins to unfold in Bellingham and spirits lift.

Oh, and the picture is of the living room, replete with the overflowing colors from the pink rhodies filling the room. Someday the eighties decor will come back in style. Just wait and see. It's Maggie's couch anyway.

The next post will be from on the road.