Delilah

Everyday my daughter pulls up the online horoscope and tells me what kind of day I am supposed to have. Well yesterday was supposed to be a 4 star day and a female friend was supposed to help me out of a financial bind. I didn't hear from any of you yesterday so I assume the checks are in the mail?! All in all it wasn't a bad day.

As I was leaving the parking lot from work at 6pm I thought my tire sounded a little weird, so I stopped the car went around the back, and low and behold the tire was flat. Now, I love this car, it's perfect for me, but I also love the dealer from whom I bought it. I needed a car, called them up asking what they might have in my price range, Randy drove it over to me at work, handed me the keys and told me to drive it few days and see if I liked it. Well, Randy has great taste in cars and picked it out just for me. The transactions were easy, paperwork went like a breeze, and Randy welcomed me to the "family". They have never let me down, wash it for me once a month, pick it up for oil changes and they have truly lived up to their word. The greatest part is they are right behind the building where I work!

Obviously, I slowly drove my flattened tire across the street and into their lot. Randy comes out, sees the problem, and tells me they will take care of it in the morning and hands me the keys to a Grand Marquis, you know, the one that looks like an undercover cop car. Happy that Randy always looks out for my safety, I proceed to drive my regular route home, watching people braking and slowing down thinking I might pull them over. It was pretty funny.

As I pull in the driveway, my daughter and "the child" come out wondering why I was coming home in an undercover car like the detective who lives across the street drives. I proceed to tell the story of the flat tire and how wonderful my new car "family" is, when she looks at me and says "Mom, the front tire on that car looks really low." I turn around and look, and it sure does look low. How many times have you had two flat tires in the space of an hour, in two different cars?

After work I just don't want to have to deal with anything more, so I went to bed trying to think of a solution to the new flat tire. I called a friend and he said he would come over early and change the tire and I could be on my way to work. My usual schedule is at 6:45am I drive my daughter and "the child" to work at the daycare down the street, come home, feed the dog and get ready for work.

I woke up at the usual 5:30 when the smell of the brewing coffee gets so strong I have no other choice. I pour a cup and go outside to smoke a cigarette. It is pouring down rain, the dog won't pee in the rain, and there is no way for my daughter and "the child" to get to work by 6:45. Plan B goes into action! She can walk with an umbrella and when "the child" wakes up I can bring him after my friend comes by and changes the flat on the undercover cop car. Sounds good!

She does the morning ritual of checking the horoscopes now. "Mom, you are going to have a 5 star day, the best there is!" That means everything will turn out just wonderful, right?

We start our day working on Plan B, and I call my friend at 7am to find out he forgot all about my "problem"! Ok, no big deal, I still have plenty of time. Daughter leaves in the rain with her umbrella blowing in the winds of the outer bands of Hurricane Fay, trudging through the puddles to get to the daycare and greet the first little ones through the door.

Finally, my friend shows up in his big, black, 4X4 pickup, radio blasting, with an air compressor in the back. 7am and the beating sounds of an aircompressor keeping time with Nickleback is really knocking my chakras out of whack. I wake up "the child", get him ready, and he is so excited I am taking him for a ride in the Big Truck!

I get back, the tire is changed, I pour another cup of coffee and have another cigarette and listen to the droning of my friend's dissertation about his narcissitic self. Finally, it is 8:30 and I MUST get in the shower! I finish my coffee and my friend finishes his "breakfast wine" and I am finally getting on with my day. Nevermind the part about the hair dryer button falling off and being stuck on "low".

Rain from a hurricane can be off and on, light and heavy, you never know when or where you will hit it on the roadway, and tends to leave a lot of puddling. The undercover cop car is a little intimidating to drive, and with a little donut tire making weird noises, the ride to work was a bit nerve wracking, but I made it, I am here, but still wondering what the hell time is my 5 star day going to start!??!!

I intend to write a serious entry reviewing one of my new favorite places. A blog titled "For Your Information". Please stick around, and let me know if the checks are in the mail.