Possumblog

Back now, and it's time to work.

A nice diversion in the middle of the day, although almost fraught with terrible tragedy. Seems my newly purchased junkyard mirror on the passenger side almost let go and fell into the middle of I-20. It has an odd little locking ring on the inside of the glass that you're supposed to click onto the backing place by sticking a tiny screwdriver in a slot on the bottom of the mirror housing and ooching the little ring sideways. I thought I had ooched enough, but apparently not.

I had to pull over, roll down the window, and grab the mirror before going on to school. When I got there, I parked and put it back on with a non-tiny screwdriver, and I feel that I once again did not ooch with sufficient brio to make it lock. Something to do when I get home, I suppose.

Oldest was ready to go in a good amount of time, and we got to the center with no problems other than traffic. And bless the woman's heart at the staging area--"Is this car going to be one of the ones in the parade?"

Heh--no, no, 'fraid not. That's a honor they reserve for people with fancy convertibles, Hummers, kit cars, and dune buggies. But it's nice to think someone thought it worthy to be considered in such a group.

ALTHOUGH, she might have been asking, "Is THIS car going to be one of the ones in the PARADE!?"

Anywho, dropped her off, got back on the road, and now I need to be productive.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 29, 2005 03:24 PM