Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My poor car...
I just watched my poor car get towed to the mechanic. The nice surprise of the day is that the tow-guy was my former next-door neighbor, Nathan. I knew he looked vaguely familiar, and he put it together. They moved a long time ago, because his was the house that Adana bought. He asked about Kyle & Jonette and Grandpa John and said to pass along his hellos.
I hope my car is not on its last legs. Greg said it sounds like a fuel-pump problem, which is relatively inexpensive to fix. Here's hoping it's nothing more serious! We just had this car redone after my little fender bender, and I want it to eke out at least another year.