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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Hmm. Guy at sewing machine place said it probably only needs a servicing. *knocks on wood* He said the stitch problems were probably from breaking too many needles. *knocks on wood again*
*gathers sleeves by hand*
My parents are currently on a motorcycle excursion, having adventures (and misadventures) that lead to such things as my mother leaving a message on our machine last night containing the phrases like "the beetle in my pants" and "the buzzard in the desert." The former is tame enough, the latter... apparently somehow her bike's mileage went down from ~100 miles/tank to ~80 miles/tank on day three. Unfortunately they found this out in the middle of the desert. Now, my mother was already sick when they left on this trip Saturday. My father had to take her gas tank and go in search of fuel, leaving her in the middle of the desert in biker leathers with no water. The buzzard, apparently, was circling *her*. Obviously she survived to tell the tale as they are in Sedona for the next three days. But most people's parents don't get themselves into these kind of things! On the other hand, I am the weak one in my family... the wuss. Every family has one, I am mine. In so many ways I am my parents' child, but when it comes to things like riding a motorcycle or speaking my mind in public or being alone among strangers... I'm just not that brave.
*gathers sleeves by hand*
My parents are currently on a motorcycle excursion, having adventures (and misadventures) that lead to such things as my mother leaving a message on our machine last night containing the phrases like "the beetle in my pants" and "the buzzard in the desert." The former is tame enough, the latter... apparently somehow her bike's mileage went down from ~100 miles/tank to ~80 miles/tank on day three. Unfortunately they found this out in the middle of the desert. Now, my mother was already sick when they left on this trip Saturday. My father had to take her gas tank and go in search of fuel, leaving her in the middle of the desert in biker leathers with no water. The buzzard, apparently, was circling *her*. Obviously she survived to tell the tale as they are in Sedona for the next three days. But most people's parents don't get themselves into these kind of things! On the other hand, I am the weak one in my family... the wuss. Every family has one, I am mine. In so many ways I am my parents' child, but when it comes to things like riding a motorcycle or speaking my mind in public or being alone among strangers... I'm just not that brave.
