Blessings Darlings!
Because the Gods have a huge sense of humor ... just when I decide to start blogging more regularly, we get a computer problem. Not on MY computer this time, but on the computer we use for development of products/customer support for our business.
So instead of doing anything proactive on, well, anything at all, I'm spending several days this week driving to, and then home from, Washington, DC. I dropped off the computer on Monday, they MAY have it finished later today, so I'm not sure when I'll be driving back to pick it up.
And that pick up trip that is causing a problem with Job #2. Which I'm supposed to be at tonight. And tomorrow night. And I don't know which of those evenings I'll still be out driving the poor beast home.
So, while I called out of Job #2 for tonight, I might be free to work tonight, but not tomorrow night, which I have NOT called out for.
Our computer repair shop is GREAT, and turns things around quickly, but some things just take time - like back ups of a computer that has this much stuff on it. I cannot and do not fault them for any of this.
I'm just whining. It's my blog, after all, I can do what I want here.
At least I can do it when I'm not driving to and from DC.
Frowning Fern
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Friday, October 21, 2016
Friday, April 3, 2009
Son has car trouble
Blessings, Darlings!
For the second time this week, the DH and I had to rescue the son as he commuted to college. Tuesday morning, at 7:20 am, he called with a flat tire - he had hit a curb driving but got a couple miles farther down the road before he realized he had a problem. We parental units were awake but still lazing in bed at the time, so we dragged our butts up and hustled out. I dropped DH at the car, where he changed the tire then drove the car in to the garage (that we are at regularly enough that we call them our "corporate partner") for work on the tire, and I drove our son to college. And picked him up later in the day.
Today the call came at 9:00 am - thank the Gods for later classes most days! The car wouldn't respond to gas pedal, and died, under a mile from the house. Might be gas line issue. It was POURING. Took son to class, arranged for Corporate Partner to tow car in and work on it. That was 3 hours ago, still haven't gotten a diagnosis and prognosis. Or even Gnosis.
And now I need to pick the son up from college again. At 21, it's a bit odd to be driving son to and from school!
Dramatic sigh from the spoiled Middle Aged Soccer Mom.
Catch you later!
For the second time this week, the DH and I had to rescue the son as he commuted to college. Tuesday morning, at 7:20 am, he called with a flat tire - he had hit a curb driving but got a couple miles farther down the road before he realized he had a problem. We parental units were awake but still lazing in bed at the time, so we dragged our butts up and hustled out. I dropped DH at the car, where he changed the tire then drove the car in to the garage (that we are at regularly enough that we call them our "corporate partner") for work on the tire, and I drove our son to college. And picked him up later in the day.
Today the call came at 9:00 am - thank the Gods for later classes most days! The car wouldn't respond to gas pedal, and died, under a mile from the house. Might be gas line issue. It was POURING. Took son to class, arranged for Corporate Partner to tow car in and work on it. That was 3 hours ago, still haven't gotten a diagnosis and prognosis. Or even Gnosis.
And now I need to pick the son up from college again. At 21, it's a bit odd to be driving son to and from school!
Dramatic sigh from the spoiled Middle Aged Soccer Mom.
Catch you later!
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