Thursday morning. I am enjoying a bit of well deserved time away from my office this week and next. We have played countless rounds of Life, Spy Alley, Careers, Whoonu and many other great family games. Even Mrs. OG has notched her velocity down a few units - it is all very relaxing.
I rose early this morning and brought my 14 year-old Honda in for an oil change. I endured Species II for 10 minutes before realizing that this television was also a PC. "Hey," I thought, "why not post to my blog?" It had been so long I was afraid I had forgotten my password. But then I had to make a small effort to catch up on all the other blogs. FYI, Shilohguy, we saw the Nativity Story on Christmas eve, and there was a spotlight out of heaven.
Then I began to worry that they would call my name and I would have to let the guy waiting for this terminal finish this post. Then, even more disconcerting was the thought that I have very little to say.
Friday morning. While I worried about what to write, they called my name. The 3rd brake light is out, the tires are down to 4/32" and the first leak of any kind in 14 years appears to be coming from the valve cover gasket, but I will have to make another appointment to get that checked out. I had a $10 coupon, so all things considered it was a good visit. I logged off and drove home. Today I brought in my 3 year-old Honda for an oil change and, guess what? The very same terminal was available and, there were a couple of chocolate donut holes left - bonus!
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So if you take your cars in every three months for service and oil change we can expect to hear from you again around the end of March? Thanks for blogging again! We've missed your cutting style and probing analysis of thought. This was refreshing.
Oops. That was the wrong secret identity! He's not supposed to be sarcastic and nasty. It's Shiloh Man who lives in this blogworld! Sorry!
It's like the DC comic multi-verse! In this blogworld you are The Shilohman, a sarcastic and edgy pastor of the new century. In a parallel blogworld you are the Golden Age Shiloh Guy, a meek, mild-mannered preacher who raises finches to feed the hungry masses.
In another blogworld I don't drink wine, but frequently imbibe single malt Islay Scotch.
I cannot believe how much this posting moved me.
I now must count the seconds until my next car service.
If Hemmingway had done what you did, he wouldn't have been forced to shoot himself in the head with a shotgun. The words would have trickled from his fingers like oil from a can.
You brought me all the way over from Peter's Ashtray to read about your oil change again? I can't believe it!
I need something new, something now, something wow.
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