Ugh. The car talk reminds me I have a decision to make. I took my car in the other day to have the killer Takeda airbag swapped out, which was free because of the recall, but they tell me there's also a problem with the airbag module that controls it. Basically it means the airbags can't be counted on to go off, but if they do they won't kill us anymore.
I'm really not sure what I'm going to do. It's a $1000 fix. On a 12 year old car. I don't really want a new car right now, so I'm disinclined to sell it, but I'm also not sure about driving around without airbags.
Which, we all did for most of my life and some very short people do now, right? But if something were to happen I'd feel super shitty. God what a PITA.
Ugh, that's a tough decision, brenda. Could it be covered by your insurance since it is a safety issue?
I've having the kind of week where I both feel fat and am constantly hungry. I realize the one reinforces the other, but I'm still going to get a snack.
My adulting has consisted of hiring the teenage son of a friend to come extensively weed the yard. He came over at 7am today (because he's a weird morning child), and was still working at 10 when I was up. I gave him iced coffee, food, and money.
Needless to say, I'll be hiring him again.
Also, Pete is away for three weeks for various Magic: the Gathering shows in the UK and France, which means poor sleep despite meds starts now.
Adulting sucks. The local funeral and burial and so forth for my mother is on the 19th in Otter Lake, which would have been her birthday. Too much to figure out. Lots of people. Too much to arrange. If my family does any of this stuff for me I will haunt them.
Jilli, think he'd want to come do my yard too? How much is he asking? I've had the worst time finding someone regular. It's a tiny yard.
My co-workers have just discovered the charms of Diana Riggs' Mrs. Peel. "Wow, those '70s fashions are something else." " . . . Uh huh."
(Mrs. Peel was a character on the Avengers from 1966-1968).
