More McGiver

Cars are a pain in the neck. I'm finished with a tough visit, a visit you just want to get out of there while the gettin's good kind of a deal. In the process of backing out I barely tapped the edge of my car on a wooden retaining wall. (the wall was fine) The entire front of my car fell onto the driveway. It was impressive. I quickly picked up the entire front of my car....and rammed it into place. Luckily I had a roll of duct tape in the trunk and I put a couple pieces on there to hold it and got on with the day. I remembered that my old pal Gene Nix the former race car driver referred to duct tape as "100 mile an hour tape". Since I wasn't planning to drive that fast in the next few days, I figured I'm good for awhile. So during the next 10 days I start with my best dumb incompetent girl act. I show most the men in my life my duct tape handiwork, indicating I don't have the first idea how to go about fixing a thing like this (not entirely true), and I'm sure the guys at the garage would charge me thousands (true) to fix it, OH my what's a girl to do sort of a motif. This was getting me nowhere. In a hurry. So I pulled out the stops and began to ask them if there was black duct tape and if so, where would I get myself some. Nothing, not a one of them said "oh, let me run and get my drill..."
So the only thing left to do is fix it myself. I thought to myself, "what would McGiver do?" (not entirely true) Actually I thought to myself "what would Kieth "no glue" LoBue do?" So long story short, I fashioned a bracket out of some sheet steel I had laying around, drilled the appropriate holes in the car and the bracket, a couple of bolts and badabing badaboom...good to go.

Solo girl strikes again.

The unfortunate part of the deal

Yesterday Zorro died. This is the bad end of the deal with have with the universe when it comes to having animals in our lives. Chances are you are going to outlive them. Many people choose not to have animals because of this. I think of it like this: it wouldn't suck so much when they die if it wasn't so cool to be with them when they are alive.
anyway here's some cool things about zorro
He was huge. really big, over 16 hands.
He liked nothing more than to wrap his neck around your body and place his big head in your arms.
He was very brave and ready for action.
He loved everyone.
He greeted me with a very vocal whinny every morning when he lived in my backyard.
He had big ears that flopped about as he trotted.
He had big lips he liked to bonk together making a "bop bop bop" sound.
A lot of horses have bundles of fears and neuroses when you get them, not Zorro. He was the poster child for equine mental health.

So I'll miss him. For all those reasons and a few dozen others.
(for those of you who know me , Keno and Amigo are very much alive and well)