The Sequoia needs a muffler. Not big news – I noted it while I was crawling around under it in the previous owner’s driveway, and I used it as the basis for trimming $700 off the asking price. It rapidly got worse when we got it home, and it’s just too “throaty” sounding for a family truckster, IMHO. Time to replace it.
My brother is visiting from California with my niece this week. He lives in the high desert in the Owen’s Valley, but he frequently visits the in-laws in Newport Beach, and he suffers from the misapprehension that beaches are inviting places with soft sand and warm waves. We fixed that with a visit to a real Connecticut beach.
Last year’s attempt at lactofermented pickles was a resounding success, marred only by the whole not-making-enough problem. I ran out of pickles a few months ago, and I’ve had to make do with the soggy, vinegary, sorry excuses for pickles I can get in the store. A sad state of affairs indeed. Building on last year’s success, I went large on the pickle patch this year.