I was all set to cover a route this week. I finally got my bus back. It was fun talking about cars with the other driver. The route I was assigned to do is a relatively easy one despite the addition of a client who needs help walking, and can be a handful to deal with. I was going to pick up my car at the repair shop on Saturday when I get a call from my supervisor. Programs are closed Monday and Tuesday. Call on Wednesday to see if we’re working. That didn’t make me happy at all. But why complain about two extra days off? I could catch up on my sleep.
Yesterday, the supervisor called again. Programs are closed for the rest of the week, but normal hours resume next week. Ok, I can handle this extended Thanksgiving holiday weekend. I wish I had the money to get two new tyres and have inspection done. This would be the perfect time to do it! Also need to get blood drawn, and I guarantee that will be a lesson in futility, and me resisting the urge to pull the damn needle out of my arm.
So my trusty Chevy was in the shop because she needed new shock and struts. There is a problem with the blend door with the HVAC system, and I need new rear tyres. I was not surprised when the mechanic showed me the front sway bars that were basically junk. All that driving to Brentwood and back for three years did them in with all the washboard surfaces on the highway and the speed bumps in my complex. Plus she’s getting on in her years, and 150,000 miles is approaching quickly. Parts will needs replacing. It reminds me of when I had my 1991 Cavalier. The front struts were so bad that they creaked over every bump. I didn’t have the money to replace them at the time. It was amazing that tyre wear was decent despite the worn suspension. I drove that car everywhere.
These days, I have been hobbled with a sore back. I know not as to how I injured it. All I know is I need a few Tylenol every day to deal with the pain. I’m lucky I can walk and run. Getting out of bed this morning was sheer torture. I need a heating pad, a massage, or time with a chiropractor.
I have noticed that the days here feel “wrong.” At first, I could not explain it. But then I had an epiphany. It is not just the masses who are sick. The whole planet feels sick. When this whole Covid foolishness hit, I felt the pain of the planet. I can’t explain how I know, or why I know. I just do. I feel like I’m living in a dystopian world. I have talked to a few friends who are in the know, and they agree. It bothers me that our planet is sick. I blame the government and the demon rats. They wanted Trump gone so bad, that they were willing to introduce a deadly virus into the populace, which would slow down the economy, so Trump would get the blame, and be cast out.
This could easily turn into a political rant, so I’ll stop here. There are bigger things to worry about. Thanks for reading my post. Comments are always welcome.
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