Flotsam

Small miracles.  My mother's insistence on getting the two year extended full max warrantee on my "new" car paid off today.  I took it in for its normal service.  The garage fellow said he heard a funny noise on acceleration.  He called and said a motor mount was broken and that they would replace it.  Since the car was under warrantee, it wouldn't cost me anything.  When I picked the car up at the end of the day, I saw that the job was almost $800.  Are they running a scam?  I would imagine that the factory has set prices.  And a small but somewhat irritating squeak under the hood is now gone.  I don't know, but I called my mother straight away.

I also had the ultimate detailing performed.  My car looks as it did coming off the showroom floor.  Look at me.

But all else prevails, and I am of a sullen mood.  There are many wrongs to right just now and I am becoming less and less vital.

I wait for my camera without word.  I am certain he has put me on the back burner.  I think he does not see me as an important player.  That is. . . not vital.  So I wait and loose interest.

My hair has gotten no better and I was self-conscious at work all day.  It is worse than "not better."  If I didn't look so hideous in hats, I would wear one.

Tonight, though, the weather turned cooler and drier.  The sunset was flamingo pink and purple.  I was enthused and took my first drink on the patio in my "pajamas" hoping for some infusion.

Then I made a mistake and ate noodles and a pizza.  I was too lazy to cook and these needed only heating up.  What was I thinking?

So I sit tonight with the doors open, the cool air and mosquitoes rushing into my house, drinking scotch on a very poofy belly.

Tomorrow morning I have a dental appointment.  And on Saturday I work overtime.

You know how it is.  I wait to be saved.