@kdfrawg Frankie has not willingly left the house for three years now. She'll come out on the back porch but eyes the door to the back yard with trepidation.

A complete 180 from how she used to be. We'd bring her in and she'd go spastic. "OMG PRISON"

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@kdfrawg "Nerve pills" and "Diet pills" were quite the fixture in the late 60s and 70s.

@kdfrawg Frankie managed to get trapped in our garage for a week without food or water. After we found her and brought her into the house, we discovered she would use a litter box (?!) and her phobia of being trapped indoors vanished.

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@kdfrawg A Johnny Appleseed of sorts. Very worthwhile pursuit.

@kdfrawg It was the same scenario in that household but with Valium instead of alcohol.

@kdfrawg It's certainly a time saver where getting parts for a 18 year old European car is concerned.

Had a friend who restored a 1930s cabin cruiser. There isn't enough motivation on Earth for me to even consider doing that.

I hate boats period. Learned to after helping replace a head on a inboard Arias. Takes a level of masochism I don't possess.

I would love to have a vintage wooden cigarette boat and a small army of people to keep it maintained.

And now Sidekick is texting me and asking why the FedEx and UPS guys have left a mountain of boxes in our sunroom. Parts for the BMW.

Going to have to stop calling myself a software guy. I've morphed into a grease monkey.

That distributor, being a single input, means we now have to yank off the voltage regulator and a bunch of other stuff. The rear axle just left on a truck to the mechanic's home garage to be redone. New universal joint is on the way…

It. Never. ends.