Ten days . . . in A small but passable life.

Monday I took the car in for servicing. And some issues were found. CV boots were blown and serpentine belt needed to be replaced. And the right front tire was worn down a bit. Not bad for a thirteen year old car with 55,000 miles on it. We made an appointment for Wednesday.

Tuesday I dropped Mom off at Walmart for her mani-pedi and I took the car across the street to the car wash Mom likes and that I’ve never used. It was a fine operation. Very busy. I told the attendant we wanted the usual. It was the $35 package. After I found out how everything worked, where to pay, where to wait, etc., I was driving away a half hour later with a really shiny clean car. I went back over to Walmart, found a handicap spot by the door to park in and went inside and said hello to Carol and then wandered around and then sat and waited. And waited. And waited. I’m just the driver.

And today I returned with the car to the garage. I had my book. A ride back to the house was offered but I decided to stay. At about 11:30 I was told it may be about 1pm until it was ready. I walked across the street to Sonic for a burger for lunch. Right at 1pm it was done. $759.06. Two axels with CV joints and boots and a serpentine belt replaced. Front wheels swapped with rear wheels. Old serpentine belt thrown in trunk. Check. Check. Check. All good. Ready for the road.

Back home I headed to the pool for a nap. Two days in one week getting up at 6am really wasn’t nice. So yeah, naptime. 80 degrees. Perfect.

The chili with the bison meat I threw together in the crockpot turned out beautifully. I took a bowl of it across the street to Miss Lillie.

I also baked a devil’s food chocolate cake with white frosting. Too good.

Ten days and a wake up and were rolling out of here.

The plan? Check out of the motel/hotels at 11 or noon. Drive three or four hours. Check in to the next motel/hotel at 3pm or earlier if the room is available. I’ve got the first six nights reserved.

I’m still trying to find a lodging in Morro Bay. I think I remember Morro Bay from a novel I read.

Daughter was laughing at me. We were talking about how when we get to San Mateo and Mom is busy visiting with her niece (who we’ll be staying with) I could go on in to San Francisco, find a cannabis store, partake of a bit and sightsee the city.

“You mean, all by myself? Alone?”

“Well yeah. Find a place to sit and watch the ocean?”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I’d be there for days.”

After she stopped laughing. She said I’d be fine.

I can’t remember if I told her the tale of when Deb and I were at the beach house in Longbeach, WA. and we got pretty high and I was standing at the edge of the water, you know, just contemplating the universe, when a big ass wave came and knocked me off my feet and almost dragged me away to Japan.

We’ll see.

I really do just want to walk around the city.

The weather forecast here is already moving toward the otherworldly- April 22, 23, 24, 25: 94 degrees high, 68 degrees low. Yep, time to hit the road.