Being normal...

 

No one has ever accused me of that.  But, we had a normal kinda day today.

The hinge on the glasses Joan bought last summer busted yesterday.  Being in the big city, it was easy to find an eyeglasses repair shop.  I had no idea that places who sell glasses don't repair them.  She called the repair place this morning, and we headed out.  About 20 miles away.

 The guy in the shop looked them over, determined they were repairable, gave us a price and said it would take about 2 1/2 hours... unless he ran into unforeseen problems.  I really don't like that disclaimer.

We had time to kill - out for an early lunch, then a Costco run.  It has been 2 years since we've been in a Costco... we don't have one reasonably close to us at home.  We walked around, picked up a few things, and re-upped the membership in the Self-Service line.  Easy.  And in spite of the crowd in there, it all went pretty fast.

We still had more time to kill, so Joan suggested ice cream at a "nearby" McDonalds.  Nearby is a relative term... Apple was having some sort of issue with Apple Maps (we both updated our phone's operating systems yesterday, and thought it might be us... nope, a quick check online showed lots of people having issues).  After a leisurely drive through traffic, we pulled into the drive-through for Mickey D's and wondered what the odds were that their ice cream machine would be working... yes, it is a running joke how often their ice cream machines are non-functional.  But, luck was on our side - hot fudge sundaes all around!  And by the time we were done with those, it was time to go pick up Joan's glasses.

Yes, they were ready at the appointed time.  The guy said it took more work than he first thought, but the price was as quoted.  Certainly less expensive than buying new glasses... as long as the repair holds.

Then back home, where Rufus was happy to see us.  And, happy to see the new box we brought him...

Everybody sing: I was I was a Hebrew National wiener... um, no, that's not right.  And no, we didn't buy a case of hot dogs.  That was the box Joan picked to put our Costco stuff in for the ride home.  Rufus thinks any box we bring home is just for him, and we don't do anything to burst that bubble.  He will sit in it a time or two, then he's ready to move onto something else.  But, a box is better than most actual cat toys for the Big Ruf.

Joan wanted to get back to a book she's reading, I felt the need to try more stuff with the DCT transmission on the CTX.  Warm and windy... it's the desert.  Good to get a ride in, though.  Topping off my tank, I got 67.5 mpg... not as good as the last tank... I may have been trying some solo acceleration runs.

And that's what passes as a normal day.