And after all that was said and done, I finally made time to take my car in to get an oil change. What is it about taking your car in for any one little thing? It's like they can't wait to take the whole thing apart looking for other problems that you might not know about. This doesn't happen when I go to the doctor or when my students submit papers. I just get checked out for whatever I came in for, and my students get feedback from me that reflects the objectives of the lesson from which the submission came. And yet mechanics ... those conniving know-it-alls. (Gracie, if you're reading this, I'm sure Chris is not like this at all, and would actually like to meet him -- would he consider becoming my PCM (primary care mechanic?)
See, back in 2010 I went in for normal maintenance and discovered that Chick-fil-A napkins had gotten lodged in the "blower door" (a lovely name that one cannot forget once discovering), and because of this, the AC, when on "recirculated air" made an incessant clicking sound that would've cost a grandish to fix. That prompted this blog post.
And then this week I went in for an oil change, and 30 minutes later, a young man came out with what looked like a filthy old, dust-covered wash board with rodent droppings and acorn shells lodged in it. It was my AC's filter. A squirrel had apparently used it to make a lovely home for him/herself. I had wondered why there were acorns in the vents and on the floorboard, but of course with boys, one never bothers to ask questions about things such as this. This mechanic encouraged me to take a picture, "so that your husband will believe you," and so I did:
You can see acorn halves, poop, an eaten-out part, etc. Good stuff, y'all, Crazy, exciting stuff that just doesn't happen to you in your 20s.
So, in other news, Brian and I went to Arizona for our 13th anniversary. And below are some of my favorite shots from our trip:
|Driving north from Phoenix, this was our view of the desert.|
|Ah, Flagstaff in June. It's always 70 or below and breezy.|
|We went to our favorite hiking spot and did a morning hike overlooking Mt. Humphreys.|
|On the way back to Phoenix, we stopped in Sedona for a hike. The scenery wasn't bad.|
|Oh Phoenix. You hot mess.|
There is much more to say about June, but unfortunately I am writing this in July. I'm trying to keep a once per month posting schedule, but working 3 days/week is proving to be too much of a burden.
Perhaps in the fall I can do better ...