Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2006 20:32:32 -0700
Reply-To: Michael Elliott <j.michael.elliott@GMAIL.COM>
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From: Michael Elliott <j.michael.elliott@GMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: The Squirrels are back!
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Hi all! Mrs Squirrel and I don't actually hibernate during winter, it
not being nearly cold enough in SoCal to require hibernation, but
Mellow Yellow, the electrical banana, goes under a cover and dozes with
trickle chargers keeping its batteries alive while our attention
switches to other things. In fall and spring, I are a stoodent at the
local community college, working on earning that AA degree that I
coulda earned when I was a teenager, but was not then interested in
having. Mrs Squirrel has started a new enterprise this year which has
taken most of her attention while I have been cracking books. Winter,
of course, is the time for seemingly endless social affairs revolving
around holidays of both the Christian and Jewish flavor. Mrs Squirrel
has more uncles and aunts and sisters and nieces and nephews and kids
and grandkids than anyone I have ever met, and they all feel compelled
to get together at least once a month to meld into a multi-celled
life-form around a dinner table. <br>
<br>
To each season its own, and summer is the season of camping. And for
starting, and hopefully completing, those pesky Westy-improvement tasks
that were left unfinished the previous season. Among them: install a
Norcold reefer (got the solar in last season to keep the reefer
running); replacement of the poptop canvas; replacement of the windows'
front scrapers, seals and -- while I'm at it -- some sound-deadening
material on those hollow oil-drums that pass for doors; and
installation of that darn cruise control. It mocks me, O yes it does.
Every time I pull its various parts from the box and hold them every
which way, to try to solve the mystery of how to hook it up, I know it
is watching me with a mad glint in its eye, enjoying my frustration,
knowing that I know that somewhere, in some auto graveyard in someplace
hellish like Otay Mesa, there is a bit a stamped metal that would slip
easily over the shaft of the throttle body and receive -- gently but
perfectly -- the end of the servo chain. I gnash my teeth and rend my
garment (it's an old t-shirt that I am rendering into a shop rag,
anyway) and vow that I will not let this cheesy third-market cruise
control get the best of me. But while it watches, it whispers in a sly
voice, don't worry, no one else has actually gotten theirs to work
either: they lie, they fake photos. <br>
<br>
I am beginning to think that the true mark of the man is not whether he
single-handedly installed a Subaru engine into their Vanagon, but
whether he got this GOSH DARNED CRUISE CONTROL HOOKED UP!<br>
<br>
But I ramble . . . . <br>
<br>
Mike Rocket J Squirrel Elliott<br>
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bueses wrote:
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<pre wrap="">on 6/9/06 2:46 PM, Roger Sisler at <a class="moz-txt-link-abbreviated" href="mailto:rogersisler2000@YAHOO.COM">rogersisler2000@YAHOO.COM</a> wrote:
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<pre wrap="">Hello Rocket. Have a nice hibernation this winter? Good to see you back
online.:>)
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I want to know how he turns the list off for the winter? How does he waste
his time when not messing w/ the yellow banana? Eating the stored up nuts w/
Mrs. Squirrel?
Grin,
Tom-I also missed & welcome back Mr. Squirrel!
p.s.- TGIF
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<pre class="moz-signature" cols="72">--
Mike Elliott
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