It was another unusual Monday with a follow-up at the office of the surgeon in Chelmsford who worked on my wrist last February. One of the unexpected bonuses of the recent neck and shoulder pain situation is that I completely forgot to obsess over my wrist for the past couple months. The wrist is good. There will be a visit in February to discuss removing the plate.
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| Dishware! |
The score included a green glass lidded bowl, a three-cup Pyrex
baking dish, a square red fancy plate, a light green oval plate, and a mug that says “OMG
my mother was right about everything.” I can’t wait to show up for our morning
coffee at Mom's house with the mug. I also scored two collapsible storage bins and six frames for $1.45 each including four
front-load frames that have already been cleaned and are in service for a project that is underway. Not bad for $18.
On the way home, I stopped for a much-needed car wash and some gas. At the gas station, while fighting with the gas tank that demands very precise placement of the nozzle and keeps clicking itself off if the angle and insertion depth are not exactly right, the driver from the car behind mine appeared at my side. He asked if he could show me something and I waited for the big reveal of something amazing. Nope. The big life hack he was eager to share was the tiny lever to lock the gas nozzle so you don’t have to hold it. And it instantly clicked off. He kept trying it, despite me telling him the nozzle has to be exactly placed or forget it. I told him he didn’t have to keep trying, I’ve been dealing with this quirk of my vehicle for four years. After the 50th time that it clicked off I gave up and called it done. When I got back into the car, the tank was only showing ¾ full and not the full level I was aiming for. At least the car was clean.
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