Saturday

 I left for town about 10:30, bringing my lunch. Stopped in a few shops and ate--as I hadn't done for months--across from the mission:

Finally, the sun came out for several hours and it was so enjoyable. I went from there to the mall and Target and got most of the edibles on my list. Home, I was at loose ends, so just watched more of Marcia Clark's real-life murder series, then took a short nap. 

I was surprised to get a text from Irene W., asking how I am. I actually couldn't remember who she was, but finally did; she and I had gotten acquainted when we used to walk every morning at Kimball Park. That's been a number of years now, but I was pleased to hear from here. Naturally, I suggested we meet for lunch and we will on Tuesday; she'll come her to the Thai restaurant right across Brookshire from me.  Following is a clip from this blog six years ago. (The Diane mentioned is not the same as the one I see frequently.)

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

No Car Yet

Well, things are looking up. I met Irene and Diane while we were walking the park and they asked how the car situation was. I told them I was going back to make a decision about a particular car, but really didn't want it, but felt uncomfortable, whining that I was all alone--(sniff). At that, Irene said she'd go with me.
And so she did. We met there about 11:30, I told sales rep Jamie no, and said he'd have to look for something else for me. Irene was all business and, of course, backed me up. She also, on the spot, called her son-in-law, whose friend is a car dealer, to ask him to get on the case. I feel much relieved  about the whole thing. I kept the car for an extra day, but am going to take it back before noon today. It's costing me a fortune that I can ill afford, and I'm just going to rely on the bus and maybe Uber until I get the car I want.