July 17, 2014

• drip

  
  Chicken with our salad for lunch.

  After nap and coffee time, we headed for the park. On the way, I decided to do something about the oil dripping from the Durango. At Lyons GM, Cory investigated and told me there were leakages from three separate places in the engine. Advised we have the oil level checked fairly often. Solving the problem would cost as much as the value of the automobile.

  

  Cory gives me the bad news.

  
  Moving on, Mary and I drove to the library and parked the Durango next to a Cube there. The approaching necessity of buying a new vehicle was on my mind. I had Mary check to see if the gear shift was on the steering column so I could drive it. No. And, Mary would never agree to such a small car anyhow.

  

  Gear shift in the floor.

  
  In the park, we made it to the railroad bridge before turning back. Mary rode part of the return trip with me in the scooter. Nature was calling her. Walking made it worse. Not even time to snap a deer posing seductively at woods edge.

  
  Back home, sister Deborah brought some of the blackberries she picked at some farm and baseball-sized peaches. I sampled them for my supper. Later, she called to tell me she had already made over forty pints of blackberry jam.

  I accompanied Mary as she watered and weeded.

  

  A losing battle against crabgrass.

  I have been surfing again in no man's land. Bad boy. Already got malware aplenty. Deleted a bunch of junk. Maybe, I won't need another install so soon.

  72.6 °F, clear.

  • 9:37 pm
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