See, when I needed to change the air filter on Chibi-Kuruma, it did not take me an hour. I simply popped the three (or was it four?) clips, lifted the lid, took the old one out, put the new one in, lid back on, clips on. Done. Sixty seconds? But noooooo. On O-Nee-san, there's one bolt, then three clips, then stand there in the freezing cold and scratch your head as to now how to pull the two vertical pieces apart enough to slip the vertical air filter out between them. So I yanked. And I pulled. And I wiggled. Oh, the book is just like, "take it out". No, really? I finally got a putty spreader and a screwdriver and just pried the thing up and out. There is absolutely no space to move the thing where it's situated. And the unit that came out was stamped "subaru" on it, meaning, what? That it hasn't been changed in almost 60,000 miles? It was pretty filthy. Would a dealer even use one stamped Subaru or use a generic? I'm not convinced. But oil was changed, filter was eventually worked in, whew. And don't get me started again on the stupid vertical oil filter, the dumbest move ever seen on a car. 

 

At least I was able to pull the car half out of the garage, so I was out of the wind, at least.

Oh, and I again had to do the driveway. Snow is kinda piling up around here. Anyone need any? Free to good home. Heck, I don't care you you beat it daily, just take it out of there!

 

And there were some jobs? To make money? Oh yeah.

 

My wonderful trip to Le Roy. At least the person I was helping was somewhat attractive. Even if she did crate her dogs. Really, I would rather deal with excited puppy types and then they get bored and lay down then listen to whining and barking for an hour and a half. Why do people not realize this? Even the sedate ones that just come over to be petted or sniff you out. "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Oh, come away from him." Really, if I didn't like dogs would I be petting them and talking to them? No, no I would not. Silly people. But some dogs get it. Just yesterday the lady left the room, so the dog got up, came over to me, and sat down to be petted. Lady made noise indicating she was coming back into room, dog got up again to go lay down. Smart dog!

 

Oh right, the work. After that, which was just a combination of messing with the printer and making sure the three laptops she had were in working order. Then over to setting up a new system, taking away a very creaky pentium three, running XP with 128MB of RAM. You might as well just ask your neighbor to read you then internet through a couple of cans and some string, honestly. At least he got something decent to replace it.

Oh, and speaking of neighbors, it was across the street from another customer of mine who out of the blue needed help hooking up a new TV, so I went over and did that. Got her new blue ray player, and the Wii hooked up to it. She was all like, "Oh, I started taking some old equipment out and then everything just shut off!" *I flip the switch on the power strip* "Oh, right." *shakes head*

 

He says Hi, Dad. Guy on Red Barn Cir, last name ends with ...simmons. 

 

Then I came here, did the oil thing forever, got in a hard drive for someone so I worked on that, got it all loaded up.

Then phone calls, not too many today, so I have two places to go tomorrow too. Shouldn't be all that bad.

 

Somehow got on to solar heaters, looks interesting. Though pretty pricy for what it's made of. I wonder....

 

And somehow it's almost eleven again. Time does fly, doesn't it?