So, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom...what has Farmer H been up to lately?
Uh huh. I know that's what you're all dying to find out. He hasn't tried to kill me recently, by giving me a pointy-ended cane wrapped with electrician's tape to walk on a ceramic tile floor, or advising me to take ALL SIX pills of a Z-Pack at one time. But he's been scheming.
Farmer H sold his Pacifica to his oldest son for a cash sum and $1000 worth of work. I don't know how much work got done, but the cash was paid, and the son was here for many hours over many different weekends. So I suppose that's one in the good column for Farmer H's schemes.
Today I found out that Farmer H is selling the $1000 Caravan to a guy at work for $600. Can you believe it? Now that guy's wife can write a blog about their $600 Caravan! I made sure Farmer H told the purchaser that it does not have a speedometer (well, it does, but it lays flat at the bottom of that round thing where the speedometer is supposed to move around a dial as speed increases or decreases, having come loose from the center thingy and fallen off) and that the front passenger window is held up with a border of silver duct tape on all four sides. Farmer H said he told the guy, "It's a six hundred dollar car. It may run 50 miles, or it may run 50,000 miles. I don't know and you don't know. There are no guarantees." I wonder if Farmer H is leaving those studded snow tires on it. That's the only set we have for this vehicle, methinks.
Now the Hillbilly family is down to only six vehicles. I hope we can survive. I hope our insurance agent can survive.