June 29th, 2008 (11:20 am)
feeling: tired
It always seems like one step forward, two back.
I made it home last night, with many thanks to PR's hubby (he can be a dick, but damn it, he knows how to change a tire!*lol* And he hasn't been too bad the last couple months. Maybe he's gotten his head out of his ass...). DH got home from work to my van sitting in his yard with a flat...He went out and jacked the van up--it was worn away on the insdie and the wires were showing--front end is out of alignment. He looked to see if the winter tires off his pontiac would fit on my van...just a temporary measure...no joy. He had a tire (but no rim) out in back of his barn that would fit, but you have to have a machine to change the tire out on a rim. It was about ten to six when we called around to see if there was still a garage open that would do it. Third time was the charm, and although they were closing at 6 pm, the guy at the garage told DH to bring the tire down and he'd do it.
So DH took the tires down and got that done--only cost $15--for once I'd had cash on me, so I'd given DH the money before he left. He got back about half an hour later and put the tire back on the van for me. The one he gave me isn't in great shape--but he said I could get a couple months out of it--but I'm just waiting til next payday, two weeks from now--because I have to get two new tires for the front--the other one is worn on the inside as well, but DH said it'll be fine til I can get new tires. (DH is very similar to my step father in temperment and knowing how to do things with cars and building/fixing things; I don't know if it's cus they have the same first name or that they're both virgos...*lol*). The tire he gave me was one from their old van--it does have a slow leak in it, but as he said, if I keep an eye on it, and get it checked regularly, I'll be fine. He leant me his mini air-compressor--it plugs into the lighter and it'll be good if I'm up at the call centre and come off shift and the tire needs air (or any time it does, but at 12:30 in the a.m., in the middle of nowhere? yeah.) So, I'll be totally paranoid over the tire until I get them changed, balanced and aligned...
Got back to L's around 8pm, I'd stopped by home to feed the cats. I was worried about Sasha, the dog, not having food, but I'd worried for nothing. L has a couple of her friends walking the dog (I keep telling her I'd do it, but L says they owe her--and the only time they can pay back for dog walking is when she's not home...). Anyhow, when I got back, there was a note from the minister, R., one of the dog walkers--he'd just brought Sasha back and fed her, although she'd had some food at his house, too. (I swear he takes Sasha for playdates with his dog--he's not married nor has children. *G*) He left his number so I called him back and let him know I was here and thanked him for taking care of Sasha and that I'd actually planned to be home much earlier, but well, flat tire. *G*
I'm very lucky that I didn't have a blow out with the tire. So, in the long run, having it go flat while not great, was better than the alternative.
But it still feels like I've got a target on my back...*sigh* Can it please be someone else's turn? kthnxbai.