My car (pictured here with my dog in the back) needed some repairs. So, since I am here in this foreign land until around the 14th or 15th, I figured, what the hell?
What would have cost around $500 in the ATX became $135 here in OKie land. Granted, these guys are true mechanics, something of a dying breed in other areas. My sister always says that nothing dies, it just goes to Oklahoma. They still have a drive-in theater here. They have some gas stations that are basically non existent anywhere else (remember the dinosaur logo for some gas station? He's here)
BTW - no more noisy muffler and the AC works on it. Mom wanted me to fix it since she seems to think that driving on the highway (at 70 mph) does not help against the heat. There goes my gas mileage.
Mom and Dad seem to be doing well. Mom has a doctor's appointment next week to check on the surgery. I am making sure that mom does VERY little. Which is VERY difficult since she wants to do a whole lot for the people that have done things for her. There are meals delivered here pretty much every day. Leftovers is kind of an international smorgasbord - from typical all American to Bolivian or Venezuelan meals.
I find myself looking at all their stuff and thinking . . . how will we get rid of it all after they die? There is SO much stuff. And that's not including the garage which is basically a huge storage room. Then I feel guilty because they are both still here . . . and here I am thinking like that.
I hear setting a match to it may be good.
My sister and I have a LOT to talk about.
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