Axis of Activities
03/18/09 07:23 AM | Projectile
The weather outside was wonderful. The onboard computer in the Convertible said 77° (which means it was 74°
, the stars were aligned just right and most of the crazies were elsewhere where the beers were green. I was driving home on the surface streets enjoying the open air. Jenni was already home haven left earlier and driving the truck. I pulled over at Post and Washington Streets to text a one word message. "Food"
Jenni knows what food means, she knows that I'm in the car, she knows. I sat looking at the Nails place and the Church's Fried Chicken place waiting for a minute or two to see what her response might be. Late in coming I lifted iPhone to ear after hitting the call button that would magically find Jenni among the 5 billion plus peeps on terra firma. The thing buzzed in my ear revealing that a message had been replied, just then her phone rang too so I deemed not to read but to hear the dulcet golden tones from her throat.
"I sent a message back, said why don't you come get me and we will go for a top down drive to food."
I did, we did. We tossed around some ideas then nothing came to pass. We started heading towards Greenfield, when I thought Pendleton Pike. I thought it loud enough that Jenni said sure, so it was up German Church to 67.
She said, "I don't know."
I said, "I'm looking."
She said , "Chinese" which actually encompassed all oriental cuisine.
We headed back toward the city on 67 (Pendleton Pike) until just at Post Road I pulled into the little strip mall where Hisago is. #% minutes later we were full and happy, then it was drive home time.
Hisago: Right top Jenni's Beef and Noodles, Bottom: My Shrimp Teriyaki
After returning home I once again donned breathing mask and work shirt and resumed sanding the hood of the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer, One or two more rough patches and it will be ready for primer. I've been advised to take Blue to a professional for the final paints. I probably will. It is coming along nicely, the new grill looks better now that there is a replacement bumper in place with the rubber trim elements, and before long that paint will really revitalize the old gal. Here's to manual labor and cheap nights away form the amateur night loonies.
Three Quarter view in the bay at home. (Hey you are getting a deal I charged the neighbors a dollar)
Looking in.
Detail, just abstract enough to make an old art student ponder .
Chuck Pace ©2009
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, the stars were aligned just right and most of the crazies were elsewhere where the beers were green. I was driving home on the surface streets enjoying the open air. Jenni was already home haven left earlier and driving the truck. I pulled over at Post and Washington Streets to text a one word message. "Food"Jenni knows what food means, she knows that I'm in the car, she knows. I sat looking at the Nails place and the Church's Fried Chicken place waiting for a minute or two to see what her response might be. Late in coming I lifted iPhone to ear after hitting the call button that would magically find Jenni among the 5 billion plus peeps on terra firma. The thing buzzed in my ear revealing that a message had been replied, just then her phone rang too so I deemed not to read but to hear the dulcet golden tones from her throat.
"I sent a message back, said why don't you come get me and we will go for a top down drive to food."
I did, we did. We tossed around some ideas then nothing came to pass. We started heading towards Greenfield, when I thought Pendleton Pike. I thought it loud enough that Jenni said sure, so it was up German Church to 67.
She said, "I don't know."
I said, "I'm looking."
She said , "Chinese" which actually encompassed all oriental cuisine.
We headed back toward the city on 67 (Pendleton Pike) until just at Post Road I pulled into the little strip mall where Hisago is. #% minutes later we were full and happy, then it was drive home time.
Hisago: Right top Jenni's Beef and Noodles, Bottom: My Shrimp Teriyaki
After returning home I once again donned breathing mask and work shirt and resumed sanding the hood of the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer, One or two more rough patches and it will be ready for primer. I've been advised to take Blue to a professional for the final paints. I probably will. It is coming along nicely, the new grill looks better now that there is a replacement bumper in place with the rubber trim elements, and before long that paint will really revitalize the old gal. Here's to manual labor and cheap nights away form the amateur night loonies.
Three Quarter view in the bay at home. (Hey you are getting a deal I charged the neighbors a dollar)
Looking in.
Detail, just abstract enough to make an old art student ponder .
Chuck Pace ©2009
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