Last month, my mother had some car trouble. After all of that, when we finally had it towed to the nearest AAA garage, they replaced the engine. And then the “service engine soon” light came on when my mother went to drive the car again earlier this week. So my father and I took it back to the garage this morning — him driving there, me following so he would have a ride back home — to have it fixed. Turns out the engine’s fine. It was just a faulty sensor. At least, that’s what the garage says. The replacement engine’s guaranteed for up to a year.
Once we got back home — after stopping at the new local supermarket pictured above, whose many olives I was not in the least bit tempted to stick my hands into — we discovered that my car was having trouble of its own. Specifically, it’s now missing a window.
The landscapers my parents recently hired accidentally broke it, apparently when a rock whirled up out of an edger. They cleaned up most of the glass, and more importantly their insurance will pay for on-site replacement, but that’s still a few days from now. Until then, my car looks like this.
Other than that excitement, it was a pretty humdrum day. Allergies continue to pester me, but the weather’s been fairly nice otherwise. My sister and her husband are visiting for the Labor Day weekend, so all five of us went out to eat this evening.
And that’s pretty much it. Mostly car talk.