I thought being home would give me plenty of time to blog, but the problem is that there is nothing exciting happening in my life. I'm not kidding. When Matt came home one night last week, there was a FedEx slip on our building door saying that they tried to drop off a package but were unable to get a signature from the resident.
Well, I am here to tell you that they didn't try very hard because I was sitting here ALL DAY LONG and would've loved nothing more than to sign for a delivery.
I was already (still?) in my pajamas when Matt got home, but when he said he was going to drive over to FedEx to pick up the mysterious package, I flew off the couch and had my boots and coat on in record time.
I might have billed the errand as "an exciting adventure" as we headed out to the car together. Good old Matt tried to play along and match my excitement. I'd never been to the FedEx office, and as we turned off the main road, Matt said, "Okay, now this is where things get a little crazy."
Things didn't get crazy - we just drove down some windy roads in the rain to the distribution center, but it was still the highlight of my day. I'd dreamed up all sorts of possibilities about what the package could be, including but not limited to a check for a significant sum of money, luxurious shoes I forgot I'd ordered, or early Christmas presents.
Turns out it was Matt's diabetic insulin pump, which I guess is exciting in a necessary sort of way.
This past Monday I actually had some meetings scheduled, and I was looking forward to being out and about. Unfortunately, as I pulled through the tollbooth and merged onto the turnpike, my car beeped and flashed the "low brake fluid" warning light. I called Matt to see how dire the warning was, and he advised me to turn around and drive home. "Chances are the sensor is malfunctioning or it's due to the cold weather, but you don't want to be driving with low brake fluid. You should be fine to get home, but in case the brakes do go out, stay calm, shift into low gear, and pull slowly but firmly on the emergency brake."
I returned home with full brake capacity and a medium iced caramel coffee with cream because the Philadelphia Eagles won their game on Sunday which meant FREE DUNKIN DONUTS COFFEE and if I was going to lose brake functioning and get stranded on the side of the road, I would need coffee to keep me company.
Matt did a full brake check when he got home. The brake fluid reservoir was full, it didn't appear there was a leak, and the warning light didn't come on again so it appeared that all systems were go for future travel.
Since I was working from home again on Tuesday, I decided to take Old Blue out for a few spins around the apartment complex parking lot to check the status of the brakes.
In the middle of my first lap, I heard an unusual clicking sound coming from one of the tires, The frequency of the clicking increased as I increased my speed, so I decided to put my mechanical expertise to use and got out and investigated all four tires, Eventually I located a giant rock lodged in the front passenger tire.
I pulled the rock out because I live on the edge. I then walked downstairs and looked at the tire every hour, drove a few quick errands yesterday, and drove to my rescheduled meetings today with no problem at all.
So the bottom line is that the rock did no permanent damage to the tire.
Which I know is the best outcome.
But I was kind of hoping to take a trip to Pep Boys.