We had a truly wonderful visit from Granddaughter Sahara yesterday. The timing was perfect. George got off work, and we drove up the street to one of Sahara’s favorite restaurants. Sahara has grown from a diffident, shy child into a glorious woman. What fun to have an evening with her…and Margot, Zoe, and Sahara’s two friends.
Pulling out of the parking lot, her car had a flat. The triple A driver told her not to drive the car with a load of people in it on her donut spare. We traded cars. As George was pulling her car into our garage, the door handle snapped off in his hand. We bought the parts this morning. He arranged service too. Isn't it nice folks take credit cards over the phone.