Glass in the Aluminum and Other Replacements

Well the Fourth has passed, and I hope everyone had a fun holiday. I went home for some fishyness and home cooking, and stayed an extra day for a dentist appointment.

The dentist (a kind-faced, chatty gentleman) had to put a filling in my back tooth, so he began with a shot of Novocaine. I really am not afraid of needles, truly, but I just don't like them at all. So despite his delicate needlework, my eyes ogled as though he wielded an instrument of torture.

Poor guy. I forgot to tell him that it didn't actually hurt at all. Instead I chatted with him and the nurse about Marilyn Monroe, Arthur Miller, and Tennessee Williams.

I enjoyed my extra Monday off until I realized a slight issue with my car's passenger-side window: it wouldn't roll up. It would go down, yes, but not back up. A window that only goes down is like an elevator that only goes down--you can only use it once.

I was very fortunate to be able to squeeze my car in for an appointment on Tuesday. The local mechanic fixed the motor, and I only had to take off another day of work. But those who know me may remember that I don't like concrete plans to be broken. If I intend to do something at a particular time, I hate delay. But now I'm back at work, no harm done, and my window goes in all directions in order to protect from rain and robbers.

Those who know me also know that there is a large crack in my car's windshield. It's been slowly multiplying in an asexual manner, and threatening to take over my car. (When driving, I wear sunglasses for when the glass finally implodes on my face.)

But there is a garage headquartered an hour from school that does auto glass repair. I had enlisted Corey to drive me there & back, but hesitated to beg such extreme time & mileage. HOWEVER, it seems that this auto service typically goes TO the car. So a mechanic is coming tomorrow to fix my windshield! The foot-plus crack shall be gone forever!

Hooray! It is a week of fixing broken necessary things.