Leaving in a Buick

Yesterday was interesting.  The nagging little voice in my mind that said to get an oil change finally got me to the Valvoline place, where the guys told me my serpentine belt was shot. They couldn’t change it because of an engine mount piece, but I went to Ensley’s Garage and exclaimed, “I’m going to Dayton tomorrow and my serpentine belt is about to break!” So, they got me in and I have a new belt. I don’t know if the serpentine belt had it in for me because of my anti-snake feelings or not. Der Bingle wanted to know if it hissed at me . . . Der Bingle, you have probably given me a phobia about opening the hood.

Other things happened – I don’t remember what; it’s a blur. I know one thing, though –  I didn’t get organized and I am experiencing “Oh, Miss Scarlett, I ain’t never packed no suitcase” moments. (Rose may have to do a lot of rearranging.)

Deep breaths, AmeliaJake, deep breaths.