Chores

While Nene got clean, I did chores.

1. Acquire Beer.
Here in Utah, supermarkets sell beer, but only the stuff that's 3.2% or less, which didn't sound particularly appealling. We'd been warned, and had brought a bunch of delicious beer with us, but we'd piled through it the night of the wind and rain and were pretty much out. The beer selection at the State Liquor Store was surprisingly comprehensive, and not-unreasonably-priced, and I wandered out with a double armload of anticipation, and on to the next stop.

2. Acquire Bike Parts.
Bearded Guy was not in situ at the Moab Cyclery, but Indian Guy was. He too picked up on the poverty/Scottish theme quickly, and sold me a nearly-new XT free-hub for half the price of a new one.
Sweet! Onwards.

3. Acquire Squeallessness
The squeal from the Reaper's wheel had reached intolerable proportions. The guys at the incredibly-busy Auto Repair place took a listen and a look and said: It's your brake pad squealer. Brake pads are getting thin. I can bend it out of the way if you like; that'll stop it making the noise.
Sweet!
Onwards.

4. Acquire Cleanliness.
My turn for a shower, and this time there was soap, and shampoo, and - joy of joys! - hot water.
Bliss.
Onwards, with Lovely Wife.

5. Acquire Delicious Foods.
Nene found all manner of delicious items, and misplaced me. I wandered, forlorn and lonely, for what felt like a long, long time before she rescued me and took me away from that horrible place.
Onwards.

6. Go to Pot-Luck Dinner Party. Behave in Civilized Manner.
There were literally tens of people in the house. Both of us were a little overwhelmed, from being inside a house as much as by sheer numbers of people. We ate delicious foods, drank delicious beer, and conversed with interesting people. We were sad to leave.

Not really a chore, that last one.