Early this week the brakes went out on my car. Very mushy, but still operable if I went slow. I took it to my mechanic in town. He fixed the brakeline. Just before the brakes went out, it got noisy, so I talked to him about a new muffler. Later he backed out of it, because he knows my regular mechanic, and he could do it. So, the muffler got replaced. OK, here it gets good. All the while, there was a nasty sound when I would try to start my car, but it would start. I hoped it was just dirt in my starter, and would fix itself. Yesterday, it was raining, and the extra moisture, it wouldn't start at all. A friend put me into contact with yet another mechanic, and we bought a junk-yard starter. He towed the car, and installed the starter. He was afraid it was a gear tooth where the engine met the starter, but it was just the starter.
I think everything that was frozen up in my car unfroze, and one problem followed another, and followed another, just because those parts didn't have a protective coat of ice.
The snow is mostly gone now.

Amazing coincidence! My car has been acting and sounding wonky so I asked my BF to test drive it with me last night. At least it misbehaved for him the same as it has been for me. Generally, whenever I try this, the car will behave itself perfectly until I drive it alone again.

However, on the way back from our excursion, my Jeeper's brakes went out. Apparently, all four of 'em were smokin' when we got back to the house. The pads were worn out down to the drums. Cars are one thing that I know absolutely nothing about. In my defense, I had asked my son to check the brakes because they'd seemed "wrong". And when I had to have my ball joints replaced, the mechanic had commented on the poor condition of my brakes. But, my son said that they still had plenty of life in 'em and there was nothing to worry about. I won't be asking my son for automotive advice in the future. Just sayin'.
I hope that you get yours fixed with a minimum of expense. My BF is very mechanically inclined - especially with vehicles. So, I'll be getting a brake job for the cost of parts on Saturday. Which all goes back to the comment about taking into account a man's mechanical skills when considering a companion.

Too true. But, of course, we need to be equally helpful in our own ways to compensate.
Sandy...I think I've caught your drawing fatigue. I haven't touched my drawing in 3 days. I'm not having any problems with it but I just don't feel like working on it. I hate this!
I read where another artist said she works on several works at the same time, alternating between them so she doesn't get bored or in a hurry to finish. I might try that. I haven't gotten very far on this drawing so I shouldn't be bored but I just can't seem to get motivated. I wonder if it's the nerves again.
That can be a trap. You can get into a mode where you don't want to fight to surpass problems and just move onto the next. I had to install and enforce a rule with myself because I almost always reach a point where a piece looked as if it wasn't going to work. Bulldogging through the problem instead of letting it side-track me was my only solution.
'92 Buick LeSabre. By nice on the inside, I also mean under the hood. She is spotty green, bad paint.
I find with writing that I switch off on various tasks, depending on my mood. Creativity flows from the inside, you can't force it to conform to rigid rules of what to do when.
I couldn't agree more, but there are times when you have to force yourself to do things that you don't want to in order to achieve the ultimate prize of artwork of which you can be proud.
Wow, I'm just the opposite. If I was under pressure I'd be a nervous wreck and would probably screw up the drawing.
Yep - me too. It wouldn't work at all unless I feel free. One reason why I refused to accept commission pieces.
I bought new and kept forever. I had my Chevy Luv pickup truck for 14 years, my Ford Escort for 19 years. The Mustang was a used car, but it's in good shape, so I hope to keep that one, until I die. LOL
A Mustang?
Heck yes! Wish I still had my Dad's '65 Mustang. 'Course, the floorboard woulda been a total loss. You could see the pavement when I last saw it.
I think I might go to bed early. It's pouring outside, and rain always makes me sleepy.
Tonight's photo is of daylilies and some water lilies, too, in the lake. This is on the property of the Ithaca Zen Center. They have lovely grounds with lots of flowers. I doubt it's open to the public, but a friend came up here to attend a retreat there, and while she was in the area, I visited her.
Ohmygosh! Just beautiful!! I snagged it for puzzles which I never seem to have time to do anymore.
Thank you. I have tons of photos and I might get carried away. LOL!
And the downside of that would be ... what?
I'll see your sailboat and raise you one.
This was taken during the Wooden Boat Festival in my home town. They have a mock shoot out almost every year.
I wish Rave would check in. I'd like to know how her wrist is doing but knowing her history she probably won't post until tomorrow. Maybe this will draw her out.
The shots have been
miraculous. My wrist and hand haven't felt this good in ... forever! I'm being careful not to abuse it though.
Thanks for the suggestions. The sucker was in a book from school that the little girl had to read. It wasn't Chinese, and the girl didn't know the word. I told her it was another name for lollipop, and then she understood. The teeter-totter was a word I learned when I was a kid. I had always called it a seesaw. I think these kids use seesaw, too. Maybe they learned these words from me, or maybe they're just East Coast words. But the teeter-totter was used by someone near Rochester, NY, and I came from Philadelphia, PA, so who knows?
"Teeter-totters" and "suckers" for me too. I grew up in Ohio. Dunno if it's a regional thing but it probably is. Just like we grew up drinking "pop", not "soda". The washer and dryer were in the "basement", not the "cellar". Here in Indiana, the mid-day meal is "dinner", not "lunch", which can lead to all kinds of confusion. What I call "dinner", they call "supper".
Gorgeous photos. You are really brave to be in the wilderness all alone. I don't think I ever would have dared, even in my young and reckless days.
That's one of the reasons that Terry and I click so well. I'd do it in a heartbeat even now.