Serve Out

It took only two more trips to the Toyota Dealer to finally get the car repaired; once to let them listen to it and agree that it should not sound like a twelve-cylinder sports car, and again to get it actually repaired. Now it sounds normal and does not leak oil. Those are good qualities in an automobile and all I wanted when we first started this adventure.

They are still digging up the street in front of our house (and elsewhere in the neighborhood), but as yet we do not have a wastewater tap. Those guys must really like digging holes. They will dig one, stand around and look into it for a while, fill it and then go dig another one elsewhere. And no, you do not get used to the incessant “beep, beep, beep” when the machinery backs up.

One should not regularly read too many blogs. If you go away for a while and ignore them while you are gone, it takes a long time to get caught up when you return!

It is possible to go to Central Market for just one item. We wanted scones, so we vowed to go to CM, buy scones and nothing else. Wait! There are those wonderful heirloom cantaloupes – get one of those. Look, there are those little individually wrapped cheeses. No, we don’t need a basket. What did we come here for? Oh, yes, scones. I said it was possible to go for just one item - I didn't say you could only get one item.

And it appears that we were in West Virginia during the one week of summer weather here in Texas. Tropical storm Erin has returned the rain and cooler weather. Okay, that’s relative, I know.

And did you know that one’s spouse will not necessarily share your enthusiasm for the nifty new program you installed on her computer to handle all the passwords and login screens? Women are from Venus. Men are from Geek Squad.

Finally, I shamelessly stole this from a response to Keith Brenton’s blog:

“My preferences are God-ordained and yours are traditions of men.

Or, maybe this will do it - I am holding fast to the truth and you just want change for change sake.

Or, if neither of those will work, my preferences are a matter of conscience and you are commanded to give in to me.”

Isn't that how it goes?