That dreaded moment had arrived. The Fuzz had ignored that little light long enough. Actually, he had been planning to take care of things this weekend. But then, he was struck down by disease. And it kicked his ass.
But, even an expert procrastinator, like The Fuzz, eventually has to face up to things like this.
He was beginning to feel like he had a bit of life in him again. So he headed off to town for the necessary supplies, oil, and a filter.
The Fuzz prefers to do this sort of thing back at the Old Home Place. Most of the appropriate equipment is there. And the ground is packed solid enough to support the necessary ramps. Out here in the woods, they would slowly sink down into the soft earth, lowering the vehicle on top of The Fuzz. This would make it difficult for him to breath.
Perhaps, in his younger days, The Fuzz could have simply picked the car up and tossed it away in annoyance. But he has had to finally face the reality, that those days are gone.
The actual oil change went off without a hitch.
There is a bit more to this story, but we'll get into that later. Suffice it to say, that The Fuzz made it home intact. And with enough energy left for this post.
It looks like it's back to work tomorrow. There has been talk of switching to a 4/10 schedule here. But they keep putting it off. We'll just have to wait and see how that comes out.
1 comment:
glad to hear you are feeling better. looks like a lot of work.
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