Nothing Made Up

I suppose I could talk about some of my recent adventures.

Last Saturday I successfully replaced the fan belt in my truck. Unfortunately, it is still squealing about the same amount when I accelerate. I guess it needs to be tightened or something.

This past Saturday I managed to lock myself out of the house. Fortunately, back in January, after we discovered that we had not thought to bring a house key with us to New York and back, we hid a spare house key outside. Unfortunately, Cynthia never really told me where she hid it and I never thought to ask. Consequently, I looked all over the yard and couldn’t find the spare house key, so I was stuck outside for an hour. I then found out it was rather easy to pop the sliding glass door off its tracks so I could get in. Very handy for when you lock yourself out, but not so great for feeling secure against burglars.

I had not really planned on this (though I figured it was a good possibility), but I am playing guitar for the Monday and Tuesday night Holy Week services. Since my Taylor is still in the shop for some mystifying reason, I had to play my crappy guitar. (Normally I would play my 12-string guitar, but I don’t have good enough calouses for that yet.) Anyway, I played about as well as you might expect for someone who hasn’t played much in the last 3 years.

Yay! I didn’t have to make anything up this time.

Correction: Cynthia informed me that she did actually ask me to play a while back.