It’s just, well, I’ve been busy.
I jump in the car, drive 50 miles, stop, drive on, and on, and on. Stop for fuel, then drive some more.
Day after day. Taking my wonderful car for granted.
But there’s more. I haven’t rotated the tires, either. The wheels make a weird sound. Which is why I brought my sweet transportation into the car doc today.
Tisk, tisk, I hear you, now.
Well, I deserve it. Public verbal flogging. And me a rescue-er. For shame!
I’ve got my eyes open for Car-ma. Totally aligning my calendar for the next RX visit, um-hmmm, ‘cause I need new tires.
Moving on, as long as my auto will allow me, to meetings, grandkiblet visits, grocery trips and everything else that fills my weeks, with one eye on the auto mechanic’s sticker for the next oil change.