remembering friday

i've just remembered what happened on friday, and why i subconsciously was probably trying to forget it. i took mr smear to a playdate in camps bay, gd wasn't able to come with and that threw out my plans to get a little work done while the kids and moms entertained themselves. around lunchtime we left, i didn't have food for mr smear and i badly needed to get to work...

... so of course, something had to go wrong with the car. a sound like grinding steel screeched from the left side of the vehicle and i pulled over on a searing hot afternoon to get advice and organize a towing in an area with little to no cellular reception. when it became clear that it would take too long for someone to reach us, i organized an uber and took mr smear home, had a quick bite to eat, then ubered back to the car to meet the tow service.

the noises continued as i drove the car up the back of the truck, but of course stopped at some point along the drive to the mechanic's. they spent a good hour or two investigating thoroughly, determined that everything was just fine and sent me home.

and by then it was friday evening, so i took mr smear to the synagogue for a pleasant service, then came home for dinner, and that was friday.

have i mentioned the fact that i HATE having to own a car? we desperately need better public transport over here.