Just One Of Those Days....And A Reminder

Yesterday was not one of my better days.  The coneflowers have nothing whatsoever to do with this post, they are just here to make me feel better while I write this.
    
Do you sometimes feel you should have just stayed in bed?

My morning started out with an appointment for the car.  Oil change, tire rotation, etc.  I waited and waited.  It seemed like they called everyone's name but mine.  Finally!  They were finished and I could leave.  Yay!

There was another 4 hour wait until my next appointment at the Health Center for my mammogram.  I didn't have to wait long there to get flattened out and x-rayed.  The technician was very quick and efficient.  Hopefully, the news will be good.  I hadn't had one in...well, let's just say that I was overdue.  You women out there...if you haven't had your yearly mammogram yet, please do so!  My gyn reminded me last week that they were just as important, more so for women my age, as the pap/gyn exam.  

It was so hot yesterday and I noticed, while shopping when I was killing time, that several folks had their cranky on.  I might have been one of them.  I'm not a hot weather person.  Or cold weather, either, for that matter.  A good lunch did help matters a wee bit.   

Finally, the appointments were completed and I was homeward bound....and then...what is that noise???

Yep, that dusty flat tire is mine.  I called hubby and said "Help!"  It was the longest 20 or so minutes of the day waiting for him to arrive to change the tire for me.  Sitting on the side of a highway is a wee bit nerve-wracking.  Luckily I had my camera with me, so I amused myself by taking pics of the cornfield on my left side and the soybean field on my right side.  I zoomed in on the irrigation taking place near the trees.  The cloud formation was interesting.  I thought it looked like a man's profile with an old-fashioned hair cut complete with a pompadour.

Why don't people slow down when they see a car on the side of the highway?  

Hubby arrived and tried to put air into the tire but it wouldn't hold.  So he proceeded to change the tire all the while telling me to get off the side of the highway and into the car.  I wouldn't do it because I thought the cars just might slow down if they saw me.  I said I didn't want him to get hit.  He said I was the one likely to get hit.  He said he would sue someone if they hit me.  I said he probably wouldn't get to because if they hit me, then they would likely hit him, too.  I think he may have shot me the look just about then.   

(For either of my children who might read this, I was not standing on the highway.  Your mother wasn't about to go to the trouble of spending all day away from her computer just to get hit by a car!  Provided, that is, that said cars stayed on the highway and didn't run off the road, which can happen.)

It turns out the tire had a puncture caused by some kind of bolt.  It was patched and I was good to go.  The old brick cottage was a welcome sight after a long, hot day.   

Until next time...