Finally Friday

Friday was more of a ho-hum day. I did all the usual stuff and waited for lunchtime when Carl (the mechanic) was supposed to fix my car

Unfortunately, he called, all apologetic, and said he was still off site and asked if it could wait until Monday.

I told him not to worry about it. I explained I can do it myself, just not in the garage and not at night (the light is bad, even with my trouble light, and its buried back under things). So, I will give it a shot this weekend, outside in the sunshine. I said if I screw it up, I would accept his offer to fix it on Monday.

I have been adding coolant to the reservoir each time the engine has cooled so I went out to get more at lunch. The nearest auto parts store by work (that I know of) is on Plymouth Road, almost to Farmington, so I went there.

Since I was that far anyway, I drove another hundred feet to the Big Boy and ate lunch there.

I got an intriguing text from Jake, telling me to check my door when I got home.

On the way home, I got stuck about 1/4 mile away from one of the longest trains I’ve ever seen go across Inkster Road. I sat there, watching steam come out of the hood and watching the temperature gauge. Thankfully, it didn’t rise and I made it home okay.

When I got there, my mailbox was stuffed! Inside were not only the many circulars I get during the holidays, but a package of Christmas cards I had ordered from Forgotten Harvest (hey, just because I couldn’t pick beans this year doesn’t mean I don’t still help out!) and another soft package. I assumed this was what Jake was talking about as there was nothing in my door, lol!

So, after treating the cats (Scruffy surprised me by sniffing them and then just walking away) and changing clothes, I opened up the mystery package.

I LMAO!

Because of my rant about cod being the only true “fish and chips” fish, be bought me a black t-shirt that says “In Cod We Trust!” See photo. I called him up to thank him, still laughing.

Since I had the phone anyway, I also called my friend Leon to tell him he sad news of the passing of one of his favorites: Sonny Elliot. He had already heard of Sonny’s death and we talked about the hot dry summer and what it did to his hay-making. He said he’s only got about 3/4 of the hay he needs for the winter, if it’s a bad one, as his hay fields crunched when you walked across them for most of the summer (so did parts of my lawn). But, he said the Amish in the area had over-planted pumpkins (they didn’t sell nearly as many as they’d hoped after a banner year last year), so he’s been feeding the smashed pumpkins to the cows to supplement the meager grass.

When we hung up, I took out the brace in the bathroom. I thought about getting to work, but decided my back hurt too much and needed a day of rest.

So, I made a chicken pot pie for dinner and watched a couple taped TV shows before going to bed, instead.