Errand-overload

As seems to often be the case anymore, I find myself swamped by a surfeit of errands, so many the Canandaigua YMCA this week has become utterly impossible.
Monday was driving back from the mighty Curve, and Tuesday was walking the dog and mowing lawn.
Wednesday Linda worked at the post-office all day, and I skipped going to the YMCA because a thunderstorm was approaching, and I didn’t want to leave the dog alone in the house. I also had to hit Weggers that afternoon, an errand I usually connect with the YMCA since both are in Canandaigua.
Yesterday (Thursday, July 12, 2007) I ran at the so-called elitist country-club, and mowed the rest of the lawn that afternoon. At least 2-3 hours went into doing footnotes for “the mighty Curve” story, which aren’t on this here site — don’t need to be. But the ne’er-do-wells aren’t gonna know who Jack-a-Bill-a-Sue-a-Tom are, and why it’s pronounced that way; or who Uncle Ethelbert is, or what the Ben Franklin Bridge is, or a 1.75% grade, or why the spelling of Foulk (Faulk) “Rode” is so important.
Today’s errand is the Hairman at 9:30 a.m., only because it’s the onliest chance I’d get before Elz shows up.
Hairman puts the kabosh on the YMCA today, and since I’m running an errand, I might as well do two others that are rather pressing.
-1) is the lumber-yard, to get cedar-siding for the porch-door removal project, and........
-2) is The MAC Shack, to order a larger USB scanner, along with a TV-tuner so I can put video-clips in this site’s File-Cabinet.
Next Monday is the free oil-change for the CR-V, but that’s at 2 o’clock, so the YMCA may be possible. The Honda-dealer is in Canandaigua, and we did it before.
Sometime I have to hit mighty Weggers again; and that will probably be Sunday afternoon.
YMCA Wednesday and Friday are out because of Elz (which is okay, Elz).
We hope we can do better than just slamming Elz, etc through the torrid mish-mash, but grass grows and the lawn will need mowing. —No doubt the bluster-boy will noisily insist on trying the zero-turn, and we hope we don’t have to extract it outta the ditch.
89 bazilyun errands are on hold — -1) mighty Lowes, -2) Hahn Graphic, -3) Office Max, and..... -4) Verizon.
Lowes is light-units, and more might tank before we get there, plus we need carpet for the porch; Hahn Graphic (in faraway Rochester) is a camera-bag for the D100 and a lens or two; Office Max is a new shredder — the old one jammed, and I’ll never get to fixing it; and Verizon is an upgrade of our cellphone service, and probably new phones.
Verizon and Office-Max are in the same plaza so can be combined.
And then there is the hairball of trying to buy a car.
People foam it takes us too long to do such a thing, but then we have to find the time to wedge in road-tests and visiting the vipers.
I have pretty much decided in favor of the Suzy-Q SX4, but there is the possibility it makes too much racket at highway-speed; so we need to road-test that.
Assuming it still passes, we need to do the Internet-inquiries as to the value of an SX4 and our CR-V; same things we did buying the Bucktooth-Bathtub.
Wedge this all in with 89 bazilyun other errands, and it’s no wonder buying a car takes so long. It ain’t Paul forever cogitating a car-purchase — it’s wedging all the errands together.
—At the lumber-yard I got to see the official M&F (Matthews & Fields, the name of the lumber-yard) stress-relief “poll.”
Inside a building is a large rectangular “poll” holding up a center-beam on which rest the floor-joists for the second floor.
The “poll” is finished with gypsum wallboard painted white, and on it is drawn a target, with the admonition to “bang head here.”

“The mighty Curve” is Horseshoe Curve, west of Altoona, Pennsylvania, by far the BEST railfan spot I have ever been to.

“Linda” is my wife.

“Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at.

“The so-called elitist country-club” is nearby Boughton (“BOUGH”-tin) Park, where we walk our dog. It was called that long ago by an editor at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, where I once worked, because it will only allow taxpayers of the three towns that own it to use it.

“This here site” is our family’s web-site. Everything on this blog also goes on the web-site.

“The ne’er-do-wells” are a list of people I e-mail my stuff to: former co-workers, companions, students. They seem to want me to.

RE: “Rode,” “poll,” etc. My loudmouthed macho brother-in-Boston insists this is how words are spelled, and that he has a right.

“The Hairman” is my hairdresser.

“Elz” is my sister in Fort Lauderdale, Fla. She will visit next week. “Elz” equals Elizabeth equals Betty.

“The bluster-boy” is my loud-mouthed brother-from-Boston: Jack.

RE: “....the zero-turn, and we hope we don’t have to extract it outta the ditch.” A zero-turn lawnmower is a special application that turns on a dime, driven through levers for each side. I’m sure my all-knowing brother Jack has never driven such a thing; and it has a learning-curve. (He will visit along with my sister.)

“The vipers” are car-salesmen.

“Suzy-Q” equals Suzuki.

“The Bucktooth-Bathtub” is our 2005 Toyota Sienna minivan; called that because it’s white, and like sitting in a bathtub, and the grille appears to have a bucktooth.

“Paul” is my baby-sister’s husband.