My visitor (my mama) has come and gone, and I am, once again, free to wander through my house in my underwear.
The week started out on a wrong note. I was driving back from Atlanta, and had made it all the way to Savannah and was exiting the interstate, when my car lost all power. It just stopped. I coasted to the side of the road and, thankfully, had had the forethought to purchase roadside assistance on my car insurance, which, I have to say, I would recommend to everyone. They made the whole thing almost painless. Anyway, it turns out that the timing belt had snapped in my engine. Yes, I know I am going to hear a collective sympathetic moan from the boys. Unbeknownst to me at the time (I'm a girl, girls aren't supposed to know this stuff), when a timing belt snaps it usually causes loads of other damage inside the engine. My car was no different. It is still at the garage. At the last calculation I was told it was $1,000 worth of repairs done. It is also at times like this that we find out who are true friends are. My office partner has insisted that I use her car instead of wasting my money on renting one. I can think of no way to repay her generosity and kindness.... maybe you guys can give me some ideas.
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Along the same topic, I would like to thank the Savannah-Chatham Police Department, who, in their quest to rid the world of anyone going more than 5 mph over the speed limit, left me and my mom sitting on the side of the interstate with our emergency lights flashing. I felt safer the entire time, knowing of their commitment to their duty.
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On to the next incident. I was asleep on my sofa on Thursday night when I heard an odd scraping noise. I opened my eyes and turned on the light, but could see nothing. I assumed at the time that it was my dog getting up from the fireplace hearth, where he frequently sleeps, and I went back to sleep. The next morning I woke up to find that his chew bone had been dragged into the kitchen by something that did not belong here. It (or they) were enthusiastically gnawing on it - I could hear them before I even got up. I got up from the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and there was the bone, but no sign of whatever had dragged it and gnawed on it. I set the mouse trap, it didn't catch anything. I put out poison and whatever it was did have a nibble on that, but I am suspecting that the mutant alien rodent probably thrives on poisons. Anything large enough to shove a very large meaty bone into the kitchen isn't going to be bothered much by a few granules of tasty rodent poison.
My best friend, the WRS, his mother passed away Wednesday night. She had been a sick lady, but not THAT sick. They had checked her into hospice so that his father could get a rest, and hospice had apparently given her too much morphine. It is very sad and I hate not being able to be there.
Now for today, the temperature is supposed to be in the 80s, so you know where I am going.
Since this was basically a pointless exercise in futility, I think I will add one more pointless thing. A list of 10 singers and/or bands that I don't listen to anymore:
1. Norah Jones
2. Peaches & Herb
3. Billy Joel
4. Guns n Roses
5. Donna Summer
6. The Bee Gees
7. MC Hammer
8. uhhh - Perry Como
10. I'll think of the last two later........