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!
I had pounds of hair removed. I no longer look like Albert Einstein!
Bill the Cardinal and Tom the Mocker are both at the top of the poplar tree, singing as loudly as they can. Tom has a wide variety of tunes, while Bill has twoop-whoop-whoop, which is very piercing.