Unfortunately, it was this baby. The one with the really expensive taste in shoes. (Do you know how many shoes I could buy for what hers cost?)

I only bought her one pair–the other two are in still good enough shape to wait a while. Interestingly though, the two tires with the most wear were both on the passenger side. If it had been both front tires or both back tires, that would have made sense to me, but how odd that it would be two on the side?

But, anyway, Dad and I had a fun game of Musical Cars today. Although, really, he’s got his radio tuned to all-talk radio, so his car’s not that musical. First, he sort of followed me over to the mechanic on my way to work this morning. I say “sort of” because I left first, but we each took different routes and he got there first. I dropped off the keys with Frank and then Dad gave me a lift to the office.

About 10:00, he drove me back over, and as we walked in, Frank (on the phone) glanced up and said, “She needs new tires,” and Dad said, “This is going to be an expensive vacation check-up.” Ouch. No kidding! Frank showed me the wearing treads, we picked out the tires, and opted for two instead of four. But, of course, they didn’t have the tires there, so my car wouldn’t be ready until the afternoon. Except that Dad and Frank were going to be golfing this afternoon, so I wouldn’t have a ride . . .

What they decided was that Dad would drive me back to the office, and then come home until 11:30, when they’d be leaving. Then he picked up our neighbor across the street, drove with him to the garage, where Walter got into Frank’s car, and then they trekked sedately back to the office, where Dad parked, handed me his keys and went off to golf. I drove his car (a Cadillac, nonetheless) home for lunch, and then drove it back to the garage at the end of the day, leaving his in their parking lot and driving my Volvo home.

I know. Confusing, huh? But isn’t it handy that my Dad is best friends and golfing buddies with our mechanic? And, as a thank you for all the extra trips he made, I filled his gas tank up for him before I dropped off the car . . . you know, despite being $300 poorer for the new tires and maintenance.

To add insult to injury, in amongst my travels today–the house, my car, the garage, Dad’s car, the parking lot, the office, Dad’s car, the garage, the car bays, Dad’s car, the office, lunchtime walk with Chappy, etcetera–I lost an earring. The second to this tiny precious little seedpod of an earring. I don’t wear them very often because they don’t show well in amongst my curls, but I love them . . . Or, well, it. Because its partner has left us. I have no idea when. I noticed halfway through our lunchtime walk, when I had pretty much covered the maximum amount of ground for the day. Poor thing. It looks so lonely. I don’t think even my Grandfather can help with this one.

Hmmm …. I wonder if I could turn it into a stitch marker?

Hey, fiber-wise, this is pretty interesting.

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