the end is nigh
I was doing yoga under the bus to hang a cage full of wool, and hugging the drive shaft and exhaust pipe when I said "Hi, bus, are we having fun yet?" Wait a beat, move my arm, suddenly a shower of rust dusts my face. "Ahh," I said, "Now we're having fun, eh?" I have utterly failed to get a rack in spite of my efforts. I quickly realized I couldn't possibly get them welded up right by myself and Dan found someone willing, but who has not been able to make the time to actually get it done. So it's nearly time to leave and I have no racks and no sign of them. If they arrive later, I don't know where to install them. and I'll be tripping over my junk until them. I have booked a campsite for a month so I can stick around another month and have a safe place to park and plug in. I cannot sell my car, so have to either find a way to bring it, or store it. Oh I could take a pittance for her, but I really think she's worth keeping if ...