If this is just Tuesday it is going to be a wild week.
During the airshow the wind blew something in my eye. It was windy enough there that the bouncy houses were closed because they wouldn't stay put. Sunday it was slightly irritating. Yesterday it was a little problematic. I didn't sleep all that well last night because it was bothering me. I woke up feeling like I had a cactus in my eye.
I told Steph I was going to have to go to Urgent Care. Before I could even get dressed I got a call from a guy about a GMC Suburban. I told him for scrap I could give him $200. He wanted to keep the wheels and tires. I told him it would be this afternoon before I could get there.
We left for Urgent Care. The pretty little doc couldn't find anything in my eye even after numbing it and putting dye in it. she flushed it out to get the dye out of it and i think she washed out whatever was in it. She called in some drops to the pharmacy.
We left there and went to Ingle's and then to Cherryville to go to AutoZone and the pharmacy.
We realized we were going to be late getting Heath off the bus so we called the neighbor and asked her to get him. I was still going to try to get back in time.
The pharmacy didn't have the meds ready so we went to Autozone.
I have a parts truck with 4 beautiful wheels and brand new tires on it. However, it has 20 locking lugnuts and no key for them. I have had no luck getting them off so I stopped to get this. They are supposed to work great.
We got back home 5 minutes before the bus.
I got to work on the lugs. I got one off but then ran into a problem. You are supposed to put the lug in a vise and reverse the impact and take the socket off. I could not get my vise to hold it. I tried the pipe holding jaws and it just spun in them and ate the jaws. I tried a pair of vise grips. It spun in them. I tried a pipe wrench and it couldn't get a bite on the nut.
While I was wrestling with that, Steph was down the hill looking through the tire pile. She found 3 rims that would work. We snagged the spare out of the parts Suburban and headed off to Morganton.
We met two people who are the epitome of things I can't stand. They live in a pop up camper behind the wife's parents house. Neither have jobs. The guy has child support payments to make (which is why he sold the truck). They both have brand new phones. And somehow manage eating at a restaurant regularly and smoking cigarettes.
Steph went to work on the tires. Th electric impact made it nice once we got the extension cord plugged in.
I called AAA to find out how long it would take them to get there.
I wanted to get the title notarized tonight and asked if they knew of anyone that could do it. He said everything is closed (it was 5pm). I called a car lot. They said come on over. He hemmed and hawed until I told him I would buy them dinner if they went to get it done tonight. It was a one hour drive one way to his house. They agreed.
We got he title notarized and then went to eat. They sat there playing with their phones till I wanted to slap them both. They made a second order for her parents. I think they wanted me to pay for that too. I didn't. I knew he had $300 in his pocket.
We got back to the truck about 4 minutes before the truck arrived. I got a call from Sam asking if I could fix his sister's cars hood. He backed into it. I told he to get it here tomorrow and I would see what I could do. Once the Suburban was loaded we left.
About 10 minutes away from the house we got a call from Jared saying that Sam was trying to reach me.Heath had turned my phone off. Sam was on the side of the road with a flat tire and a broken jack. We told him to hang on we would be there shortly.
Once the GMC was in the yard I hopped in BettyBlue and headed off,. Heath and Steph came in the house.
I got to Sam and we changed his tire. His jack had folded up under the van. He had his girlfriend with him so I am sure they didn't get bored waiting. We got the tire changed and the spare was a little low. I hooked up the onboard air on BB and we aired it up.
I asked him how much air it had in it and he said 18 percent. I asked him how much that was and he said it was what the gauge said. I laughed and explained what PSI meant. Hopefully he wasn't filling his tires to 100%.
I came back through a neighborhood and there were 5 fire trucks with the lights on and one cop directing traffic. I never saw a fire or a fireman, just the one cop.
I got home to find out more drama going on in AZ. I think the kids will be moving here before too long.
Tomorrow I have to see why the transmission in the GMC isn't working. I think it is simple, but I haven't looked yet.
Edited by UncleWillie, November 15, 2016 - 10:39 PM.