Apparently yesterday’s fall didn’t damage the arm any more than it was already damaged.
Et voilà! As we scribble, the phone jangles. Costco: the tires I bought yesterday are in. I must arrive at the northwest corner of the Valley to get them installed: 3:15.
Ohhhhhhhh goodie. Nothing like three hours’ notice for a nuisancey errand, eh?
Jeeeemineee, could I do without this stuff.
Matter of fact, I could do without about 95% of the details of Life in Early 21st-Century America.
Where were we?
Ah, yes: the busted paw.
Thought for sure I wuz gunna end up back at the Mayo yesterday afternoon. But incredibly, the tumble I took yesterday did NOTHING. Other than get me all riled up, that is.
That notwithstanding, just now the last thing I wanna do is spend two hours this afternoon driving through Phoenix’s unholy traffic and then twiddling my thumbs till Costco’s guys install two new tires. On the other hand, I can’t do without the tires. Both front tires are BALD. No kidding.
The rear tires look fine. Soooo….the question is, if I didn’t buy two rear tires (did I? Don’t recall, but my excellent neighbor, Mr. WonderAccountant went up to Costco with me a few weeks ago to get something done on that car. The something, I can’t remember…ain’t old age grand???), how come their tread looks practically new.