Just Another Friday

After yesterday's adventure with the tire, I was a little cautious taking the van out for a drive today. But all seemed well... until right before I got to work. The idiot light for temperature went on, indicating a problem with the engine temp. Hrm. After accomplishing far more than I expected to get done in far shorter a time than I expected to accomplish it at work, I mentioned the light to a co-worker who made me pop the hood and filled the radiator for me. She said the level was WAY too low. She then told me I had to IMMEDIATELY take it to my shop and have them check it out.

Okay.

So I got to my shop (not far from the tire place, actually) and told them the problem. They are all scheduled up for the day, but can look at the van tomorrow. I said it wouldn't be a problem if somebody could give me a lift into Bothell. No problem for them, and moments later I'm in a car, and minutes later I'm at the Bothell library. As I entered the library to pick up a book I had on hold, I realized that I didn't bring any way to get into the house with me. I usually go through the garage with the automatic door opener, and had recently cleaned out all the extra keys from my purse... including the keys to the house.

Well, hubby-Eric wasn't due back at home for a couple of hours, so I ended up sitting on the concrete porch reading my library book until a friend called and stopped by with some water and folding chairs. Then hubby-Eric got home, and for the moment all is well. Until I find out how much it'll cost to fix the van, that is. And, since Eric's car is making noise, too, we need to get it into the shop... he's got an appointment for Wednesday. Hope I get the van back before then.

Ah. Life.