So, I threw a belt driving in to work this morning. At about 3:00 I took the car over to a place called the Oil Line that’s right across the road from work. They’re good people, and they have offered everyone from my company a 10% discount on all services.
I picked up the car at 5:30. They had some problems getting the right belt, and a lot of other cars came in while mine was in the bay. But finally they got it done, gave me a reasonable price, and I hopped in my car to head home to dogs, burros, and dinner with the Moseleys.
Half a block away, the damned belt jumped off the rotors again.
I turned around and took it back. In retrospect, it would have been a great movie scene: the mechanic who’d worked on it was out front. I pulled up and opened the hood. He came over and looked in, then pulled out his tools and started working. We didn’t exchange a word.
Two and a half hours later, I’d called my boss to take me to a local auto parts store that had the right engine part in stock. It turns out that the main rotor that the belt rested on had a problem and was wobbly. They had to partially disassemble my engine to fix everything. I have to hand it to the mechanics, they really rose to the challenge and stayed until everything was fixed. I’m taking them some cookies tomorrow. And maybe a six-pack of really good beer.
Anyway, I had to skip dinner with the Moseleys since I didn’t leave San Antonio until about 8:30 and got back to my folks’ place at 10:00. But when I got there, there were two pairs of animals waiting who had nothing but The Love to give. The burros were absolutely thrilled to see me, especially after I gave them their oats and hay. And the dogs snuffled me from toe to waist and back to toe before they let me even take a step. Jasmine kept trying to sit in my lap while I was still standing up. They finally calmed down after a couple of biscuits and some ice cubes to chew on.
As I wound down from the day, I worked two more rows on the Bastille. I really like this pattern so far. If I can work the sleeves as picked-up stitches instead of sewn-in, I think I’ll do a couple more of these for friends and family.
Now if you will excuse me, I intend to sleep for at least ten hours.