Wet, Scooba two, Snapped, explain this dream

We had a rare, all gray weekend here in Naples thanks to tropical storm Debby.  I started my chore work in earnest Friday night and continued it bright and early Saturday.  Saturday morning it was overcast but not raining yet so it at least made the outside part of my work a little more tolerable.

The big shed had two sides of it that were looking very green and nasty, the western and northern sections, since they see the least amount of sun.  Cleaning the sheds was on my new to do list.

I had bought some fancy siding cleaning solution at Home Depot awhile ago, hoping it would make cleaning the sheds a lot easier.  According to the bottle you basically spray the stuff on, wait 5 minutes and spray it off.  Well I lost the mixture bottle attachment for my pressure washer years ago.  I saw a cheap hose end wand thing that had a little detergent attachment, it is primarily intended I suppose for stuff like washing cars.  Well I thought it would also work for my shed spraying.  I was wrong.

The container for the detergent was very small, I don’t think it even was 8 ounces.  I filled it with the stuff and started spraying.  There was no real control to meter the amount of detergent being applied.  As I sprayed I noticed the solution container was getting more and more clear but not emptying out. WTF?

I turned off the wand and removed the container.  I then turned the water back on.  I saw two streams of water spraying down into the container.  So all this shitty thing does is dilute whatever you put in there.  Great.

Well I knew this was worthless so I just pulled out the pressure washer.  I didn’t do the entire shed, instead opting to just address the two sides that were a mess, a bit of a half ass approach but it saved some time.  I then pulled the pressure washer around that side of the yard and cleaned a number of other things including the black fence posts, the two pressure treated stands and the borders around the orchard and pond.  It’s amazing how much better these things look when you blast the layer of black mildew off of them.

As I was in the middle of pressure washing I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  I look over and see Nina, the friendly German Shepard walking around in my backyard, afraid to get close because of the noise of the washer.  I shut it off and called her over.  She did her cute submissive belly crawl over to me.  I realized I forgot to close the one front gate.

Well I was glad to at least have her in the backyard where she will at least be safe.  I grabbed her some treats and a bowl of water and then went back to washing.  She hung out in the yard with me for awhile before wandering back home.

The other day I had spotted what looked like a crazy deal on a Scooba on Craigs List, selling a functional unit for $75.  It got even better when I offered the seller $60 and she said that was fine, wow.  It included a new brush module, front wheel, charger and 3 invisible walls too.  My thought process was two fold.  The Scooba could serve as a back up for my 380 and if it did work 100% I could let Ali use it to maintain the mountains of tile in her place.  For $60 it’s hard to go wrong.

The only downside was the seller was in Cape Coral, a decent haul of close to an hour for me, oh well.

So I punched the GPS address in and was on my way.  I scratched my head when the address I pulled up in front of looked like an office building?  I assumed I was going to someone’s house.  I walk inside and see a dimly lit office with empty cubicles.  There is one woman in a back office with a confused look on her face, wondering who I was.

I gave her the name I was supposed to ask for, telling her I was there to pick up something via CL.  The woman took me to a side door that lead to a big warehouse area, filled with all sorts of items.  I have no idea what business this was affiliated with but I assume the Scooba was part of the stuff that was collected.  I don’t think this woman ever “owned” the robot, I think it was taken in as part of whatever business this was and she was simply trying to make a buck, explaining the low cost.

Well the woman brought over the box.  I quickly inspected it to make sure all of the stuff in the picture was in the box which it was.  I handed over the three $20 bills and was out of there.

Later when I got home I was pleased to discover the Scooba does indeed work just fine, the only thing it will need is a new battery to replace the original factory battery which only wants to run for 10-15 minutes.  This $60 Scooba actually appears to do a better job of sucking up the dirty water than my $400 unit.

I had hopes on Sunday morning of doing a training brick however I woke up to torrential rain, it was a mess.  Well I told Ali I would be picking up the dogs for a visit, despite the shitty weather.  They always enjoy time at the house.

My Sunday overall was pretty mundane.  I cleared up whatever chores were left to do.  Later I fired up the treadmill for the first time in eons to at least get some cardio time in.  I have the treadmill against the far wall of the office.  Before I started running I considered moving it more in front of the window in the office so I could see better.  I decided not to, thinking I would be able to see enough looking out at an angle.

Well that was a mistake.  I wound up spending a half hour looking at the Ron Jaworski picture on the wall in front of me.  The angle I had out the window was blocked by the pygmy palm so I couldn’t see anything.

I analyzed every aspect of the picture during the run, it was driving me mad.  I was glad when my three mile jaunt was over.  Next time I won’t be lazy , I’ll move the damn treadmill.

Later in the afternoon I felt quite tired so I laid down to take a nap.  The dogs were happy to nap alongside me. Imagine my surprise when I was awakened at 6:30 by Ali’s call saying she was on her way home from work.  I was out for at least a couple hours if not more.

I loaded up the dogs and took them back to Ali’s place.  Ali offered to make a healthy dinner of a salad and wrap, both of which we enjoyed while catching an episode of Master Chef on demand.

I have yet another automotive thing to fix, albeit a minor one.  Over the weekend I heard an unwelcome SNAP sound when I pulled on the interior door handle of the Tacoma.  This was the same door handle I had replaced once before, last year I think.  Well evidently aftermarket interior door handles aren’t very durable, the damn thing broke already.  I have a new $5 replacement on the way, hopefully it will last the rest of the year before the world ends.

Try to bear with me while I try to explain this dream I had last night.

I took my Tacoma to some garage to have the battery charging light problem looked at.  They looked at the truck for less than an hour and told me they didn’t know what the problem was.  When they handed me the bill for the hour of diagnostics it was an outrageous $640.

Not only was the bill outrageous, nobody could find my truck.  I went inside bitching about the bill and not being able to find my truck.  I went outside and saw some guy that worked there and asked him if he could find my truck.  He gave me an annoyed look and said he was busy looking for another vehicle, he would look for mine after he finds the first one.  What the F???

All of a sudden the dream fast forwards, I am now in some huge fancy office building in a big city.  I am accompanied by the guy that was looking for my truck, I have no idea what I am doing there.  I am escorted into this office that has two old men sitting in it.  I look back at the truck looker guy and ask him who these men were and why I was there?  He told me he brought me there so I could complain directly to the owner about the outrageous bill.  He pointed to the owner who was sitting with his head down.

The other old guy spoke first, he had an ancient sounding voice with what sounded like a German accent.  He pointed to the other guy and said he was the owner of three garages and that he would hear my complaint now.

All of a sudden the owner stands up, revealing his face, he literally looked like a zombie, complete with a small trail of blood running out the corner of his mouth.  He asked me what garage of his I went to.

I was totally unnerved by the appearance of this old man, I stammered that I forgot the name of the garage but I tried to politely explain how they ripped me off.  The old man nodded his head but then collapsed back down into his chair.  He started grasping at his chest and breathing rapidly.  He whispered with his last breath to the other men “Get him(me) out of here……”  He then died as I stood there in disbelief.  End of dream.