I made an appointment for a haircut at noon. It has been far too long.
I need to go back and have them layer my hair this time, but it will have to wait until payday, because I want it to grow just a bit more. The last time, the gal shaved my neck and I absolutely HATE when they do that. I didn’t know she was doing it until I heard the clippers and then it was too late.
I just braved the cold wind and walked over to mail the update papers for an agency and was ALMOST home when a neighbor caught me and asked me if I wanted to sell the Tracker. We talked for a few minutes and I told him to tell me what he felt he could pay, knowing it needed a valve replacement.
I came back in out of the wind (DANG! it’s cold!) and just got ready to take my next dose of pills when I got a text alert. Then I remembered the chicken had finished thawing (I think finished) and that I should probably get things ready to roast it tomorrow, and the thought crossed my mind that he doesn’t really want to buy the Tracker. He wants me to give it to him.
I don’t know. Two guys want it, now, so that will take some research. I know I won’t get much out of it, but I need to get something for it, anyway. The last time I checked (a couple of weeks ago?) KBB listed it as $850+/- resale with the work that needs done on it. Which is not too bad when you think of it! I think he said “around $400” but with the wind and the traffic noise and his soft voice, it was hard to tell.
Ah, nuts. The lawn guy is here. UNNGH!
NICE!!!!!!!