We prepared for Captain Poolie’s Gala with a head of helmet hair on my part and a new suit with boutonniere on G’s part. Anneke, here for two weeks from Amsterdam, wore cut velvet, and Poolie glittered in lame. We were surrounded by glittering ladies and penguin suit men all of which I photographed with G’s old work camera. Our whole evening is recorded out of focus.
Sunday, while the rest of the US watched football, G and I took both vehicles to Goodyear Tire for oil change, tire rotation, and a grease job. At over a hundred thousand miles, the Toyota came out without a problem. At around eighty thousand miles, Grumpy had a cracked serpentine belt, leaking rear brake cylinder’s, and 4% water in the trannie fluid. Nope, G is not a happy camper as that was supposed to have been checked out and replaced last time it was at the dealers.
Did I say that I don’t like mechanics and service writers who treat Grumpy like an old truck?
I’d seen some charming silver green, luncheon sized plates by Russel Wright come in to the store on Friday. I’d told the pricer what they were, but it apprears I was ignored. The set of six was marked at six bucks, and with the half off Sunday Special, we got the whole bunch for three dollars instead of fifteen a plate. Just what we need, more plates. We bought them anyway.
Our day was filled with more errands and odds and ends. I came home to detox with Franklin and Winston while the Great G replaced the belt on Grumpy. Poor Grumpy is even more out of focus than we are.