Thanks for the email, Dave. I didn't realize comments were shut down again. Wretched spammers.
Yesterday was a real roller coaster around here. I was really excited that my new Trailblazer finally broke down for the mechanics. Again. I've had it a little over a month and I've had it in three times to fix this awful rubbing/grinding noise that seems to come from the front, driver-side tire area. The kicker is, it only makes the noise some of the time. One day it's quiet; the next people are staring at me as I drive through town. So Tuesday I bring it in and say, "Drive it around. I don't want it back until someone hears the same thing I do." And did they hear anything Tuesday? Of course not.
So yesterday afternoon I call and say, "Hey, Jim. What's the story with the Trailblazer?" I fully expected him to say that yet again...no sound. But lo and behold: "Hey, Cathy! One of our guys is out driving it right now. He says he can hear it!"
Woot! Awesome. Of course now the problem is still the same as the last time it was in - sound is heard, but they can't find anything once they're under the car taking everything apart. Apparently, even the tech support line in Detroit is scratching their heads a bit on this one.
Can't wait to get it back. The guys at the GM dealership are terrific. I'm always offered the option of a loaner car, so right now I'm cruising around town in a 1997 Buick LeSabre with 182,000 miles on it. Runs great. I'm not complaining. But I miss my Trailblazer.
What else, what else...oh yeah. Here's where the ride drops straight down. I was hauling some stuff out of the closet under the stairway and forgot that since I have to duck down to get in there, I probably should duck down when I'm backing out of the closet. Instead, I started to turn and stand at the same time and I smacked my head into an exposed 2x4. Saw stars on that one, I did. My head is still throbbing.
And to heap injury upon injury, I stubbed my toe on some toys left on the family room floor shortly after bashing my head. Not such a big deal, normally, but this toe is the same one already sporting the loose, painful toenail. (Not sure why, but just about every soccer season, I lose the toenails on my big toes.) That one brought tears to my eyes and words to my lips that no child should hear. Had to apologize to the boys once I stopped screaming.
Today we're headed back uphill. It's not raining. Yet. I think the phone company is sending someone out today to hook up a DSL connection which means no more satellite outages every time there is an "atmospheric disturbance." That's DirecWay's code for "if a squirrel belches, we're doing down." And I don't have anywhere to go today, so the Lesabre gets to sit in the driveway.
Life is good.