I hate it when that happens. Things are happening that I'm planning on, but before I'm ready for them.
car needed work: brakes, transmission adjusted (annoyingly, it won't
reliably go into 'park') and the ignition was refusing the key. Had to
wait until N. was out of school and I could go without the car for a few
OK, so the thing spent three days lounging at the mechanics last week, because everyone else
had the same idea. My mechanic is close to having a nervous breakdown,
he's so busy. I need the car back so I can go and get new glasses,
which I'm trying to schedule for next week.
Get the car back, and it's
acting strange on the way home, although it's problems seem fixed.
Later that day, I go out to the car...and my car radio is possessed--it
scans through all the channels and won't stop, then it fades out and
turns off. Restart the car, repeat weird radio problem. *sigh* Well, I
knew that radio was on it's last legs, anyway. Start car to run
errands...and it dies. Hmm. Go to restart it, and it's dead.
now I'm getting annoyed. An electrical problem. I just GOT the thing
back. I need it to be reliable and NOT strand me on some hot as Hell
LA freeway in summer. I call the mechanic and he swears up and down that
he didn't TOUCH the electrical system. I suspect he shorted something
out. So J. gets out his volt meter and finds that the battery has a low
charge, and it's dropping. The alternator (which is less than 6 months
old) isn't charging the battery. We jump the car and get it back over
to the mechanic. HE tests parts, and says both the alternator and
voltage regulator are fried. So we take it back home and J. spends a
couple of happy hours in the oppressive heat changing out the parts.
Joy, it lives again. It still is acting funny though, so I think it has
more surprises waiting in the wings.
So this morning I have a
doctors' appointment, another tomorrow with a different doctor--I'm
going to call the optometrist to make that appointment, but first I run
out front to turn off the sprinkler. I get some water drops on my
glasses so I grasp them to take them off so I can wipe them dry...
They fall in half in my hands.
sigh* I truck back into the house and dig up an old pair of glasses,
which I'm wearing now and are a grand headache in the making. I call
the optometrist...he only works on Wednesdays.
What's this Wednesday, kids? Fourth of July, yay!
can't see me till NEXT week. Just once I'd like things to just HOLD
OFF for a bit. I'm going to get them done, I swear! Gimme a break, for