Auberry's loss and getting a new rear end

This post has two wildly unrelated things. The Blog would apologize, but frankly, that sounds like a lot of work, and if he apologized every time this sort of thing happened, he'd never have time to read the sports page.

First, against all common sense, there really is a town in California named Auberry. The Blog wrote a series of posts about a visit there about a year ago. In any case Yram (not her real name) and her family has moved back to wonderful Redwood City. As a bonus, they brought along their newest family member, Mail (ha ha ha - not his real name, but ha ha!).

Mrs Notthat loves holding babies. A lot. Obviously, Mail (ha ha ha) loves being held by Mrs Notthat.

Nermac has gotten older and bigger and now has a fondness for power tools. It's great to have them around again. (I have not gotten a confirmation yet about whether their wonder dog, Murphy, also moved down here with them.)

Completely unrelated, The Boy received the new rear end for his Jeep, Hey Jude. (For those with short memories, here is the post that talked about why Hey Jude needs a new rear end.)

The first thing that needs to happen is to remove the old rear end. As usual, The Boy chose to do this at night. And I "helped." "I'll keep it from falling once you remove that last bolt" I confidently said.

Seconds later there was a loud thud as the old rear end smashed into the driveway.

There are a few logistical issues to work out for getting the new rear end installed, most involving how to keep me distracted enough to not offer to "help" anymore.

That's it - move along...