Mi vida loco

Here's what's going on: My car has been sitting where I wrestled it to since Friday evening. I don't have AAA or roadside coverage through my insurance. None of my peeps with AAA has been available for one reason or another. And while there was a time when I would have just changed the frackin' thing myself, that was before my knees, back and shoulders began giving me grief. Kneeling is out; these days, if I end up on the floor/ground/short furniture, I have a hell of a time getting back up, and I feel it for days.

Anyway, this morning, I was contemplating whether if I got a particular person's number from certain other person, whether particular person might help me out. The phone rang. It was PJ, asking if I'd gotten the car sorted out. When I replied that I hadn't, he said he'd make a call, and rang off. Okay, since I *know* he has AAA, I thought it might be that, though I had my doubts---AAA has gotten very snarky about seeing ID to prove that you're the person who officially has the membership.

PJ called back and gave me the number of his mechanic, who I am to drive over to my car so he can take a look at it. That'll be this afternoon after the shop gets back from lunch. PJ said they---the shop---would attend to it. (Not sure if that means putting the donut on, or if PJ's going to pick up the tab for a new tire, I hope! I hope! which would be a fab birthday present. Haven't I gotten pragmatic in my old age?)

Now "all" I have to do is get my tag renewed, and the status will be quo.

Tomorrow calls for a food crawl to take advantage of the restaurants that offer free goodies for birthday celebrants. I'd really rather do that in my familiar vehicle, POS though it may be. I'm going to be joined by Mb sometime after breakfast, and in the evening, we're headed over to J's for canasta.

Saturday, I need to get my tail in gear early enough to take my cans in for recycling for a bit of extra cash so I can see Contagion, which I'm *really* looking forward to.

The Sons of Anarchy season premiere was excellent; it's set up all kinds of things to come. Thankfully, Mb has agreed to record things for me so I won't miss out after I go back home to my cable-deprived premises.

I dreamed I was exploring the French house. I couldn't find any of the rooms that were posted, and there was a man outside watching me and making a call---I knew it was to les gendarmes!---and I was trying to get out of sight, but there wasn't anywhere that wasn't visible from the windows.


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Mi vida loco

Here's what's going on: My car has been sitting where I wrestled it to since Friday evening. I don't have AAA or roadside coverage through my insurance. None of my peeps with AAA has been available for one reason or another. And while there was a time when I would have just changed the frackin' thing myself, that was before my knees, back and shoulders began giving me grief. Kneeling is out; these days, if I end up on the floor/ground/short furniture, I have a hell of a time getting back up, and I feel it for days.

Anyway, this morning, I was contemplating whether if I got a particular person's number from certain other person, whether particular person might help me out. The phone rang. It was PJ, asking if I'd gotten the car sorted out. When I replied that I hadn't, he said he'd make a call, and rang off. Okay, since I *know* he has AAA, I thought it might be that, though I had my doubts---AAA has gotten very snarky about seeing ID to prove that you're the person who officially has the membership.

PJ called back and gave me the number of his mechanic, who I am to drive over to my car so he can take a look at it. That'll be this afternoon after the shop gets back from lunch. PJ said they---the shop---would attend to it. (Not sure if that means putting the donut on, or if PJ's going to pick up the tab for a new tire, I hope! I hope! which would be a fab birthday present. Haven't I gotten pragmatic in my old age?)

Now "all" I have to do is get my tag renewed, and the status will be quo.

Tomorrow calls for a food crawl to take advantage of the restaurants that offer free goodies for birthday celebrants. I'd really rather do that in my familiar vehicle, POS though it may be. I'm going to be joined by Mb sometime after breakfast, and in the evening, we're headed over to J's for canasta.

Saturday, I need to get my tail in gear early enough to take my cans in for recycling for a bit of extra cash so I can see Contagion, which I'm *really* looking forward to.

The Sons of Anarchy season premiere was excellent; it's set up all kinds of things to come. Thankfully, Mb has agreed to record things for me so I won't miss out after I go back home to my cable-deprived premises.

I dreamed I was exploring the French house. I couldn't find any of the rooms that were posted, and there was a man outside watching me and making a call---I knew it was to les gendarmes!---and I was trying to get out of sight, but there wasn't anywhere that wasn't visible from the windows.


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Okay, Plan B,,,,

Went up to PJ's garage of choice, which is quite close by. I happened to mention that I hoped they had a good jack, as mine is the little Tinkertoy that comes with the donut.

Some consternation ensued, as they'd only been told it was flat and were planning to take an air compresser along and pumping it up. Nope, not gonna work. That tire's not only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead. Chewed up. Destroyed. Beyond the help of air or a can of Fix-a-Flat.

Told them my plan was to put the donut on and take it over to my regular used tire place. Which I don't think they were too happy about---they sell tires there: NEW tires. Pearls before swine, considering the general age and decrepitude of my car. And considering the fact that I've had that particular tire on for a few years---it was used when I got it, I commuted to Melbourne on it and it's been patched twice that I can remember---so there's nothing inherently wrong with used tires, as long as it's from a trustworthy source.*

Anyway, I gave the guy my car key, and I'm waiting by the phone to hear how it goes.


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* I'm not going to go into the whole saga of the time HWSNBN almost got us killed by accepting a used tire that blew on the interstate. Because it *still* makes me froth at the mouth. I've forgiven him for a lot of things, but the PTSD that caused lingers.

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Okay, Plan B,,,,

Went up to PJ's garage of choice, which is quite close by. I happened to mention that I hoped they had a good jack, as mine is the little Tinkertoy that comes with the donut.

Some consternation ensued, as they'd only been told it was flat and were planning to take an air compresser along and pumping it up. Nope, not gonna work. That tire's not only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead. Chewed up. Destroyed. Beyond the help of air or a can of Fix-a-Flat.

Told them my plan was to put the donut on and take it over to my regular used tire place. Which I don't think they were too happy about---they sell tires there: NEW tires. Pearls before swine, considering the general age and decrepitude of my car. And considering the fact that I've had that particular tire on for a few years---it was used when I got it, I commuted to Melbourne on it and it's been patched twice that I can remember---so there's nothing inherently wrong with used tires, as long as it's from a trustworthy source.*

Anyway, I gave the guy my car key, and I'm waiting by the phone to hear how it goes.


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* I'm not going to go into the whole saga of the time HWSNBN almost got us killed by accepting a used tire that blew on the interstate. Because it *still* makes me froth at the mouth. I've forgiven him for a lot of things, but the PTSD that caused lingers.

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Better than I ever hoped!

My car is being kept overnight and getting TWO new front tires, a front-end alignment and an oil change!!!

I'm absolutely blown away. I would've been quite happy just to get the tire replaced. The rest is gravy and biscuits. Wow.

I have a lot to be thankful for, and I am---very!

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Better than I ever hoped!

My car is being kept overnight and getting TWO new front tires, a front-end alignment and an oil change!!!

I'm absolutely blown away. I would've been quite happy just to get the tire replaced. The rest is gravy and biscuits. Wow.

I have a lot to be thankful for, and I am---very!

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