Garage Stools With Wheels - Cardinal 5th Wheel Trailer - Wheel Horse 211 5.
Garage Stools With Wheels
- a repair shop where cars and trucks are serviced and repaired
- an outbuilding (or part of a building) for housing automobiles
- Put or keep (a motor vehicle) in a garage
- keep or store in a garage; "we don't garage our car"
- (stool) a simple seat without a back or arms
- (stool) lure with a stool, as of wild fowl
- Cut back (a plant) to or near ground level in order to induce new growth
- (of a plant) Throw up shoots from the root
- (stool) fecal matter: solid excretory product evacuated from the bowels
- A circular object that revolves on an axle and is fixed below a vehicle or other object to enable it to move easily over the ground
- A circular object that revolves on an axle and forms part of a machine
- (wheel) a simple machine consisting of a circular frame with spokes (or a solid disc) that can rotate on a shaft or axle (as in vehicles or other machines)
- steering wheel: a handwheel that is used for steering
- Used in reference to the cycle of a specified condition or set of events
- (wheel) change directions as if revolving on a pivot; "They wheeled their horses around and left"
The Victorian Vision, edited by John M. McKenzie. I copied this to go with the next one to contrast class sexuality. I decided to copy the aboriginal cricketeers because it is such a nice picture. The name of this chapter is "sport". The black and whites often taunt my with patronizing epithets like "bud", "boss" and "sir". The bicycle sort of reminded me of the mountain bikes and other style bikes the gargoyles cough cough us as cues to a fearful or anxious response. The leave them chained invarious places such as the bus stop on South Campus Drive or the entrance way of buildings I often go to. They load up the platforms on the front of trax cars. Nick and many of his back pack people ride them. A bus driver taunted me about them as he held a loud conversation with a back pack male about how some individual rides his mountain bike around some trax place in all kinds of weather and occasionally jumps on trax with it. They use both mountain bikes and wheeled luggage of various kinds to anticipate my routes with tracks after a snow storm. I recall some reading I did that has a character trying to avoid a conversation with a postal clerk in England who is about to explain to him the intricacies of storing his bike in the post office once he arrives. I just remembered a scene from a movie in which a young man having received word of Britain's joining WWI strides in the village post office and says with excitement, "At last, something is finally happening around here." I just noticed that octagonal? table. My mother and father brought one like it from India. I can't quite remember, but I think it was one of the knick knacks I had decided to take after they died. I had decided to wait until everyone else had chosen then take whatever might be left. It seemed to me that the things I wanted were things that wouldn't be attractive to anyone else but then it began to seem that they understood the items I had my eyes on and intentionally took them. David took a pheasant lamp, for instance. My sister took a number of things but the one I remember is a nativity scene from Israel. It was a common tourist item and they had given me one like it which had broken all apart. I recall telling Sharon that I thought I might take it to replace the one I had. She seemed to me to be very aggressive in wanting to have it. She also took my scrap book and a little foot stool I had made with my mother when she took an upholstery class out at Harmony Park when I was very young. I think I have told about this. The foot stool showed up in my garage several years later and I bought a small Israeli creche at the October Fest at Snowbird. I believed they had put it on display so I could replace the one I had wanted. In addition, they left several precious items that I wouldn't have chosen except that no one else took them. I didn't want to sell them or whatever and I couldn't decide who to give them to. One was a rocking chair Staci later came and took when I wasn't home. Precious to that she had seemed very angry with me in discussing the chair. I kept asking my sister if she didn't want to take it and she kept telling me no. "hmmm". I think I have mentioned the ring Kori gave me. I showed it to her at Steve's funeral and they had her "boyfriend" Scot taunt me with a story about how he had lost the ring in Big Cottonwood Canyon at about the time she found it. He told it with laughter and ironic tones as if it were true. I had thought of the possibility that the ring was just some kind of black and white implement but I had always clung to the idea that it represented an honest gesture of friendship. I think Scot looks like the man who married Doug and Sue Sue Young shortly before she died and who sued for custody of Charlie but I'm not sure of that. He looks like a police officer, though, in the terms I cough cough have been using. Actually, it didn't make me feel much worse than I felt standing there holding my $5.00 bill this morning. Is the word "jaded".
This is how my garage looks at the moment. I'm lucky to be able to park in it. :) Picture contains notes if you're bored enough.