A Guy Thing

Winter                                        Full Cold Moon

Tires for our 4WD Tundra, knobby tough guys, weigh a lot.  Guiding them onto their small, threaded mounts required three tries and two different efforts with the jack.  Finally, they were on.   They have a nifty device to prevent rust, a washered nut with a stainless steel crown that projects out from the wheel.  Made me wonder why all vehicles don’t use the same system.

When I picked up the tire at Carlson Toyota, I thought about telling them that the accelerator pedals on both of our vehicles work fine.  They might need a little bucking up right now.  Forgot.

Composted the potatoes that froze and thawed, perhaps three dozen altogether.  Next year’s potatoes will stay inside.

When we had our garage door opener in the first bay replaced a week ago, the old one stayed behind and needed dismantling before it  could be taken by the trash man (solid waste professional).  I did that, too.  It was a guy morning which had me wondering once more about how genitals predispose us toward particular tasks.

The cookies Kate made have white chocolate and macadamia nuts.  So good she’d better not make them again.

Awake

Winter                            Full Cold Moon

Every once in a while, not often, say every two-three months I can’t get to sleep.  I’ve not discerned any pattern in this over the years.  I’m not ruminating.  I’m not anxious.  Sleep will not come.  Last night was one of those nights.

Around 2 am, I gave up, got up and read.  I like the quiet late in the night, the sense of isolation and a sort of sneaky pleasure in doing something  off normal.  At times I think I should turn my days around and sleep in the morning and stay up very late and write.  Perhaps I will someday to see how it works.  Could be hard on Kate though.

Kate’s upstairs using our new Kitchen-aid to make special cookies for me as a thank-you for help during her recovery from surgery.  Not needed, but welcome.  They have white chocolate in them.

My 63 birthday comes on Valentine’s Day.  We’ve made plans for a meal at Azia, an Asian fusion and sushi bar at 26th and Nicollet.

Now I’m off to mount the new tire and replace Kate’s license plates on the truck.