Last night after I posted my woe-is-me post I drove to the auto repair shop to drop off my car so they could be working on it while I was still sleeping. I knew I had to bite the bullet because I didn't want to be locked in the house Labor Day weekend - unless I chose to, of course.
The shop is not too far from the house so I popped over, dropped my keys in the door safety slot, and called Uber to take me home. You hear it coming, don't you? Yep, I had not taken the extra house key with me.
So the Uber got almost to my house and I reached for the key and remembered it was hanging in the apartment. I explained the situation and the driver told me how to add a return trip to the shop and we headed back. I got my hide-a-key from my car and logged in a return trip to my apartment.
You'd think I would be even more depressed after my little pity-party over the loss of a trailer and truck contest, but no, this was such a little challenge. Uber ended up costing me $30 in total, about $10 per leg of the trip.
I'm a willow, I can bend. Does anybody remember this line from Lily Tomlin in Working 9 to 5. I've adopted it as one of my personality outlooks.
The repairs to my car were $333 and I was prepared for $500 so total win.
Then even better news. Kathleen reminded me that there is a UT
Dental School near the medical center. The funny thing was that the Dental School is located on the campus where I got my Covid shots. For the first shot, I barely glanced at it walking in but the second shot was a much, much longer line and I stared at the sign for the Dental School for quite some time.
This month's budget is blown but next month I'll be signing up. I figure my diabetic mouth will be a great training ground for some young dentists. I'm so relieved to have one chore accomplished and the other with a workable plan.
More later ...