Good thing my Daddy taught me to change a flat tire

You know those mornings when you wake up and think, "There's nothing wrong with this week...today's going to be a good day! For so many reasons!" but the inner voice tells you otherwise? The inner voice tells you you're trying too hard to convince yourself.

Hm. It's one of those mornings, apparently. I've thought my happy thoughts and done the things I need to do to be where I need to be and there's still this nagging feeling. A feeling I refuse to give in to, but I must admit that approaching my destination this morning, the last hundred yards or so when the sound of the road under my car grew louder and louder and I realized that yes, indeed, I did have a flat tire... well, let's just say the challenge to fight for my internal, naturally optimistic core's supremecy for today was a bit daunted.

I do not have what it takes to deal with a flat tire this morning.

So for the moment? Yep, I'm gonna' completely ignore it. Don't have to go anywhere for a while. Hours, actually. I'm thinking a honkin' pile of coffee and a few hugs and some productive work, then I'll figure out my best course of action. But not this minute. This minute I'm posting this blog entry and going about my day and I'm going to totally and completely ignore the fact that outside in the parking lot, where there may or may not still be just enough snow flurries to get my southern compadres utterly hepped up on the possibility of school closings, my car is sitting there a little wonky with a sad, flat tire.

'Course last time I had a flat tire, really good things happened. Maybe we'll say flat tires are my good luck charms and see where that leads... I'll keep you posted. 

Comments

[Dena]

I remember that! The last time you had a flat tire meant you couldn't meet me somewhere which worked out as Roy's Folks called you that very day. So... congratulations on your flat tire this time. Can't wait to hear the good news. =)

[Melody]

It should have occurred to me that The Best Parents Ever would read this and be concerned. Never fear, I'm just fine. Turned out I have a bad valve on the one tire. I'm in great shape now, and tomorrow I'll even pick up the newly-repaired tire (thereby enabling me to put that leetle donut thingie back in the trunk where it belongs,) and I can return to life without flat tires. Oh yea, we like life with well-filled tires.

Hey Dena! It WAS you I "blew off" lo those many months ago. What a great sport you were. Especially when you knew what came of our not getting to meet that day! Hm. Maybe I can relate the next blog post I'm thinking of to the "good luck from a flat tire" theme I revisited...

[Garage Equipment]

Changing a flat tire, especially while out on the road, is something that every driver should know how to do. Even if you've got the best roadside insurance coverage available, you could find yourself in a situation where you're just too far from civilization to rely on it. The good news is that changing a tire is actually pretty easy, provided you're not stuck in a mud hole.