Then he carefully drove it to down to our neighborhood and got it up on a rack. It wasn’t the brakes that were broken, it was a rear strut.
Lessa and Zoe came down to pick it up.
Four new tires, two new struts, a four wheel alignment, and an oil change gave us a chance to take family pictures.
See, there it is behind us up on a lift.
For a brief few moments, she sat quietly in a chair and ate chips.
Then we went home, went out for a salad….I should have gotten a picture of that salad, and dressed ourselves up a bit. He even wore a button up shirt, and I wore my new/used Anne Klein jacked that Bee told me was real to the Theeeeeeeeeee-ahhhhhhh-ter.
Neil Simon’s “California Suite” presented by Clairemont Act One…a daring community theater group. Our friend Captain Poolie was the director. She should have been very pleased. There were only a few bobbles, a few forgotten pages of dialogue, and a gay character that wasn’t very gay. Other than that, it sparkled right along. Here the curtain call….
…and here the director taking a bow. Bravo!