I’m going to bed as soon as I finish this post. My throat is feeling scratchy and irritated. A fitting end to a trying day.
I set my alarm for 5 am and got up not long after it alerted me. There was no time to exercise. My devotions and fixing food to take filled up what little there was. I didn’t even get a shower.
My car was iced over. I had the engine running long enough to melt it off and I was on my way.
My New Years Eve Raw Food
16 ozzies grapefruit juice
30 ozzies banana/mango/spinach/agave nectar smoothie
1 Bartlett pear
34 ozzies banana/romaine smoothie
1 Hachiya Hichaya persimmon
2 Bubbies pickles
Kelp Noodle Salad
24 ozzies grapefruit juice
Even though there was patchy fog, I made good time until I got to the valley. There was a car that had a top speed of 50 mph and I had an appointment! No way could I pass it. It finally turned off after miles and miles.
For a wonder, I was able to find my way on the Interstate and arrived at the dealership right at 8 o’clock. My car was taken in and I sat myself down at my computer in the guest lounge (one of two). I was able to work on my computer, off and on, until after 11. Remember, I’d been told it might take until after 2 to get the work finished. The young man came in and said I was ready to go (after I settled up with the cashier). I looked at the computer clock and it was 11:18. Amazing.
I was thrilled I’d get home so early. Even though the connection was faster, I’d still rather be here than there. There’s a roadside market one of my friends frequents on the way. I’ve always been in too much of a hurry to stop. Today was different. They had tomatoes for 99¢ a lub. I got several.
When I was a few miles out of the next town, I hear a squealing and flapping and thought, at first, it was on the radio. I didn’t hear it any more for awhile but I turned the radio off the next time it happened and it wasn’t on the radio. As I pulled into the parking lot at the supermarket, it commenced to squealing and flapping again. This was one time I was very glad I had my cell phone. I called the dealership and was told I could either wait for a tow truck or drive back. The opinion was it would be okay to drive if that’s what I elected to do. So I did. According to my odometer, it was just about exactly 30 miles from where I was to the shop. As promised, the car was taken in to be inspected immediately. I grabbed my satsumas out of my tote and ate them while I waited in the other guest lounge. A couple was all hugged up on the couch (no wonder—it was cold) watching football on TV. I munched my oranges and waited.
Shortly, the man came back and said I was ready to go. Again. I said, “Promise?” He said yes. I asked what was wrong. He explained there are four belts and the one that goes to the alternator hadn’t been tightened properly which caused all the flapping and squealing. He apologized and said he knew he couldn’t do anything about the lost time but he gave me his card with a note that I was to get a free oil change and filter. I would have rather had it done right the first time but that was nice of him.
One more time, I headed home. I go there (the car dealer, not home) so seldom, I have to kind of “feel” my way but doing it twice in one day has, perhaps, burned it in my brain.
I got here a little past 2 and proceeded to pick up where I’d left off before. I’d been working on a kelp noodle page. I’ve finished it and it’s ready to investigate.
I’m ready to call it an end to an interesting year and a good night. Happy New Year! tomorrow.