Monday, February 28, 2011

Silence of the "Lamb"

For the past six or so months, my vehicle has sounded like a souped-up drag racing car.  The younger people in my neighborhood think the sound is very cool, me; not so much.  This was a minor vehicle repair that should have been taken care of when the problem first arose, but with everything else going on in my life, it just had to wait.  Once I found out it was something minor, I knew that when my surplus money came in, I would surely get it fixed. 

Sitting here at the computer deciding what I was going to do next on my to-do list, I decided to take care of the vehicle, since it was a pretty decent day.  My "shade tree" mechanic who I went to grade school with lives right around the corner, so I gave him a call.  He said give him about an hour to get around to my house and he'd take care of the problem for $20.00.  Such a small price to pay for silence.  He arrived and immediately went to work.  It took him no more than thirty minutes to fix the problem.  He knocked on the door to receive his payment and I informed him that I needed to take a ride in order to get the money.  Fiance' thought I should have had the money already, but seeing as I wanted a legitimate reason to drive the vehicle before paying my mechanic, I decided I'd wait.  Me and the mechanic hopped in Big Red and took off down the street; golden silence.  Wow, now my mother along with all my other neighbors wouldn't know when we left the house.  We could actually sneak up on Fourteen and Eleven Year Old now that Big Red's engine was reduced to a soft purr. 

Well, I'm getting ready to take a road trip with Fourteen and Eleven Year Old.  I have to take back the shoes that we bought for Eleven Year Old yesterday.  The boys weren't with me and Fiance' when we left the house yesterday, but I decided to bring them the shoes of their choice, and Eleven Year Old's didn't fit.  He is only eleven but wears a size 8 1/2.  He's going to be taller than me soon, and I'm sure his feet will be pass his brother's shoe size in another year, if not before.  I want to leave out before rush hour starts so...until next time..."Live your life by loving yourself."