Mr. Squirrel should do quite well at the local community college.

Jim

On Jun 10, 2006, at 10:32 PM, Michael Elliott wrote:

> Hi all! Mrs Squirrel and I don't actually hibernate during winter,
> it not being nearly cold enough in SoCal to require hibernation,
> but Mellow Yellow, the electrical banana, goes under a cover and
> dozes with trickle chargers keeping its batteries alive while our
> attention switches to other things. In fall and spring, I are a
> stoodent at the local community college, working on earning that AA
> degree that I coulda earned when I was a teenager, but was not then
> interested in having. Mrs Squirrel has started a new enterprise
> this year which has taken most of her attention while I have been
> cracking books. Winter, of course, is the time for seemingly
> endless social affairs revolving around holidays of both the
> Christian and Jewish flavor. Mrs Squirrel has more uncles and aunts
> and sisters and nieces and nephews and kids and grandkids than
> anyone I have ever met, and they all feel compelled to get together
> at least once a month to meld into a multi-celled life-form around
> a dinner table.
>
> To each season its own, and summer is the season of camping. And
> for starting, and hopefully completing, those pesky Westy-
> improvement tasks that were left unfinished the previous season.
> Among them: install a Norcold reefer (got the solar in last season
> to keep the reefer running); replacement of the poptop canvas;
> replacement of the windows' front scrapers, seals and -- while I'm
> at it -- some sound-deadening material on those hollow oil-drums
> that pass for doors; and  installation of that darn cruise control.
> It mocks me, O yes it does. Every time I pull its various parts
> from the box and hold them every which way, to try to solve the
> mystery of how to hook it up, I know it is watching me with a mad
> glint in its eye, enjoying my frustration, knowing that I know that
> somewhere, in some auto graveyard in someplace hellish like Otay
> Mesa, there is a bit a stamped metal that would slip easily over
> the shaft of the throttle body and receive -- gently but perfectly
> -- the end of the servo chain. I gnash my teeth and rend my garment
> (it's an old t-shirt that I am rendering into a shop rag, anyway)
> and vow that I will not let this cheesy third-market cruise control
> get the best of me. But while it watches, it whispers in a sly
> voice, don't worry, no one else has actually gotten theirs to work
> either: they lie, they fake photos.
>
> I am beginning to think that the true mark of the man is not
> whether he single-handedly installed a Subaru engine into their
> Vanagon, but whether he got this GOSH DARNED CRUISE CONTROL HOOKED UP!
>
> But I ramble . . . .
>
> Mike Rocket J Squirrel Elliott
>
> bueses wrote:
>> on 6/9/06 2:46 PM, Roger Sisler at rogersisler2000@YAHOO.COM wrote:
>>
>>
>>> Hello Rocket. Have a nice hibernation this winter? Good to see
>>> you back
>>> online.:>)
>>>
>>
>> I want to know how  he turns the list off for the winter? How does
>> he waste
>> his time when not messing w/ the yellow banana? Eating the stored
>> up nuts w/
>> Mrs. Squirrel?
>>
>> Grin,
>>
>> Tom-I also missed & welcome back Mr. Squirrel!
>>
>> p.s.- TGIF
>>
>>
>
> --
> Mike Elliott