Introduction
Oops! The Appalachian Irishman has been a little silent lately. I have been enduring the workday routine. I am working toward state retirement, in eleven more months, if we can get farther along on paying off the mortgage.
Well, today, on a full moon, I must make a “life, such as it is,” update. I’m sure that my “millions” of readers out there are excited!
8/12/2019 in 8/12/1991 Context
First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had to start “hitting a lick” at work, on Monday, 8/12/2019, after her way too long summer vacation.
That afternoon, my new, old truck showed me the “service engine soon” and “slip” yellow warning lights. Oh, well. I set an appointment for my truck, at the fix-it shop, for Thursday, 8/15/2019. He rode well enough, despite the yellow warning lights.
Also, and most importantly, on 8/12/1991, Granny Wood (born 6/16/1901) went from this life to everlastingness. I was honored to conduct Granny’s funeral and graveside services.
8/15/2019 “Fun”
On 8/15/2019, full moon Thursday, my “favorite” sister-in-law came here early in the morning. She picked up Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, so that they could go to work. (They commute, each one driving two or three days a week.) That way, I'd have our car and truck both here, as I will explain.
I burned a day off from my “Hadean Realm” state job. I took Molly, our doggy, for out-patient surgery. She had a bump on her lower left eyelid that would not go away, as the same bump on her lower right eyelid did. Molly is home. I took her to our local veterinarian in my “yellow light warning” truck. Her surgery went well! I picked up Molly, in the car, after paying way too much money. All is well, in Molly's world! (See “next” as to why I got Molly in our car.)
Next, I took my new, old truck to the I-won’t-ever-go-there-again Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership, on Clinton Highway, for the 1:30 PM fix-him-up appointment.
My new, old truck ran okay, despite the yellow warning lights. The way-too-computerized crankshaft sensor needs to be replaced. It will cost about $500.
Oh, sorry, the dealership said. They had one part in the right box, but it was the wrong part in that right box. That’s all they had. Deal with it!
So, some feller drove me home, as I demanded, so that I could then go get Molly! The I-will-never-go-back-there Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership promises that they will have the right part in the right box tomorrow, to fix my computerized truck. We’ll see. I doubt that the part will be in tomorrow.
Conclusion
More updates are coming! I’m sure that my “millions of readers” want to know! Y’all have fun out there, ya hear? Oh, it’s a full moon tonight.
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