Dang it, I don't appear to have mellowed quite as much as I thought I had...
The Administrator of mom's will roared into town, to meet with lawyers & open mom's safe deposit box. I explained to the Admin, there is no key here, so you will most likely have to have it drilled (see locksmith, see $$$). "Tisk, the bank will open it for me," said the Administrator. Apparently they wouldn't.
Dad was really looking forward to having the Administrator spend a few days here fishing with him. "Tisk, my schedule is too busy for that!" said the Administrator. Looks at me: "You aren't doing anything, bring him up and I'll take him fishing." Dad's face fell, he wanted to fish in his home waters. So, I told the Administrator, "I'm sorry, Dad's schedule is too damn busy to accommodate you." The Administrator did not appreciate my remark, but Dad got the sparkle back in his eyes and a shit kicker grin on his face!
As the Administrator roared out of town, I loaded up Dad and took him out to the golf course for an afternoon of BBQ and cards with his cronies.
While Dad was at the golf course I went to my favorite local gunny shop for ammo. Mentioned to the guys that I might be in the market for a 22 rifle for varmints and Project Appleseed, if I got a good deal on it. I now have a ten day wait for a barely used 10/22 Ruger with a good scope, and they threw in some Hot Lips mags, and a sling.
In comparing the work order quote from my auto dealer, I saved enough ordering the replacement part for the SUV and installing it myself to pay for the Ruger. In fact, I had enough left over to order a second hand copy of "Farm Recipes and Food Secrets from the Norske Nook". Who the heck knows, I might just learn about cook'n!
