Hello Weekend Warriors! I am writing on time again! It has been a busy week, and well, it is your Sunday, but for me, it is Tuesday. I was off on Thursday and Friday instead of the weekend, this week. No wonder I am a little behind, with all the changes happening in my world!
I had a change at work that allows me to do something different. I am liking the change, and it came with a new schedule. I am still going to write this category on the real weekend, and likely recap my 2 days off, whenever they occur.
Thursday started slow. I had errands to run, but I got sidetracked, more than once. I have been participating in a jewellery brand makeover challenge, and I have a platform that I am constantly building. I have made some huge decisions this past week. I am going to save some of them for Treasure Seeker Tuesday, as they are better suited for that category.
My plans did not work out on Thursday. I was supposed to start cleaning for the big spring cleaning challenge on my weekend. I was supposed to get all the errands finished so that I could focus on cleaning Friday. As you might have guessed, things didn’t go as planned.
I was ready to start my errands in the late afternoon Thursday. I got in the car, and my first stop was to get gas. Which I did. I left the gas station, and the car was making a loud noise all of a sudden. It seemed to be related to the tires. It is winter, so I thought it may just be ice rubbing on a tire. I got to my next stop, and pulled into the parking lot, away from the other cars.
I got out of my car and started to look for the source of the noise. It was so loud, and I thought my car was going to shake itself apart! The driver’s side was OK. I walked to the other side.
I had my own screaming Kevin moment from Home Alone. I didn’t scream, but what I saw made me want to. The front tire on the passenger side was flat. Like a deflated balloon. Pancake style. My mind started racing. I was at a strip mall.
I asked the first person I saw for help. This man looked like he wanted to bolt, but something made him stop. He saw the shape that the tire was in, and realized I was in need of a rescue.
It was mild, he and I went through the trunk of my car, and found what he needed to change to the spare tire. This man worked with what I had, and thankfully, it wasn’t raining. He changed the tire. The car slipped off the jack before he was done, but the spare tire just needed to have the lug nuts tightened at that point. The Good Samaritan warned me to go straight home and to not drive more than 50KM/hr. I listened, of course.
When I got home, I left messages for the friend I was supposed to be visiting to let her know what happened, and that I would try again Friday.
Which I did. I brought coffee and made a visit with my friend at her Yarn store. It looks lovely. Every time I go there, I see a different layout, and there are beautiful colours of yarn everywhere I look. It was a good visit.
I ran my other errands and came home. I had a relaxing evening Friday night and started my work week Saturday morning. I think the weekend won this one. When I was sidetracked with the flat tire, my plans kind of deflated. Sometimes, you have to let the underdog win. Next weekend, it’s on again!
How was your weekend? Have you ever had a flat tire knock the wind out of your weekend plans?