Herself: Knee fractionally better. I guess riding the bike wasn’t a good idea.
Reading: Finished the victoriansims.
Balance: Dinner and conversation. Making arrangements to go see Peter K and Bee in LA on Tuesday.
Today’s questioner’s sister rarely drives her car. “Cars are designed to be driven,” Click and Clack tell us, but now with modern fuel injection fuel buildup doesn’t happen in the chambers any more. And here I had been thinking that we needed to drive
Grumpy more often to blow those chambers out.
Nope. Now water builds up in the exhaust system.
So this morning, you will find us driving to an estate sale. Clairmont and back to OB should blow a little water out of Grumpy. Later as himself heads to the park, I’ll sort Christmas at the Discovery Shop, head home to OB, to Rudfords for dinner with the Feasters, and back to OB again all of which should leave Grumpy without a puddle in his muffler, fer sure.
Somewhere in there I’ll be looking for those elusive 1950’s turquoise Christmas Tree ornaments. Waterless of course.