UPDATED: 2:50PM
Apparently, we must always be prepared for the inevitable in life. Especially when you ignore the service indicator lights in your car (like the oil light)
I’ve been ignoring it for a while since it goes on and off. But today I spoke to my mom today and she asked…then gave the phone to my step-dad. After asking what, when and how…he said “honey, you better go check the oil. Just get a paper towel and pull out the dip stick and see what it says. If you run your car without oil, you’ll ruin the engine and that could cost a couple thousand dollars”. Uh huh. Right. Where in the heck will I find the dip stick? I only heard ‘a couple thousand dollars‘.
I opened the hood of my car and stared at the engine for five minutes looking for something that would indicate an oil thingy and a pull outy stick. Me <~ so NOT car engine savvy. But wait! I did find it!! I pulled it out and looked. Uhhhm. Wiped it like I’ve seen ‘em guys do somewhere in my past life. Dip the stick and pull out again.
Ittttty bitttty oil. Like a drop. Urgently low, dying it’s last oily breathe.
Unexpected and immediate visit to the dealer. “Hi…can you put oil in my car and can it not cost a bazillion dollars before Christmas?” At this point the kindly Service Manager man looked at my maintenance record and reminded me that the last service was done two years ago.
“Sorry, been very busy…can you give it some oil?”
He said he would check the oil and do a mini service check (fluids, brakes, etc.). “Come back in about an hour and a half?”
“Cool“, I said. “I’ll cross the street and shop at Marshalls. Just call me when it’s done!”
Thank goodness there was somewhere else I could go besides the waiting room.
I called my dad while I was at the stoplight waiting to cross the street. I waited for 3 minutes for the light to give me the okay to cross, counting down from 24 to 1 three times without giving me the OK to cross. I was so busy chatting that I forgot the press the button to let the light know I was there.
“When was the last time you crossed the street?” my dad asked laughing with me. “I don’t know!! I don’t think I do streets!!“
I finally got to my destination and got the call back within an hour. Car done. Maybe need new brake pads but not urgent. New oil and whatever else was changed.
Scored this at the store. Jingle Bell Rock!
The only damage. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. From Marshalls.
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ORIGINAL POST
My day started early and late. How can that happen? Well apparently it can and it did.
I had to wake up early today cuz I had my two lovely cleaning ladies here today at 8:00AM and I’ve been looking forward to that since Tuesday of this week! If you’re following California weather, you’ll know that it’s snowed in our low lying hills and where we are, it’s been fareeeezing. I’m usually holed up in my toasty office for the better part of the day but outside this room, the temperature is bbbrrrrrrrrry cold. All that explanation to tell you that I’ve not spent much time cleaning up after ourselves in our kitchen.
But NOW it’s clean, sanitized, dishes put back, pots and pans back in the rack and smells just like new Fabuloso! And Lysol. And Bleach.
And since they came when I just woke up, I didn’t even have to make my bed and the stretched out futon in the man-cave where we spent last night watching Mythbusters.
Mom, tell me again why we thought it was nice to live in America??
Virginia’s crew stayed till 10:30AM. Which means Newman and I had a late breakfast. And yes, he was whining but I had to wait till even his dish was washed and dried. In the meantime, we took a stroll in our neighborhood even though it was a tad drizzly. I was bundled up, and Newman had fur.
We have tons of leaves everywhere except in our yard (cuz the gardener already took care of that!). My neighbor in front has this to contend with! Beautiful yellow/gold leaves. There are just a few left on the tree and I think I may venture over and just shake ‘em off and he’ll be done waiting. The raking won’t be fun.
Now it’s on to work for me. Newman is perched on top of our couch looking outside the window and watching the world go by.
And the UPS man Santa in Brown just delivered one more online order.