I can haz do-over?

'Cause I really need one. 

I had this weekend all planned out - a Saturday of deep cleaning and a little knitting, and a Sunday of celebrating my best friend's first half marathon... followed by a little knitting.

It all went awry on Friday, when Dave announced that his car needed to go in on Saturday for some long overdue electronic work. So we decided it was best that I follow him into the big bad city, then drive him to work after he dropped his car off at the shop. His coworker would give him a lift to pick it up. So, I could spend the rest of my day as planned - not too much an inconvenience.

I followed him along the way, but about 10 minutes before we reached our destination, a rather large chunk of concrete appeared on the highway, and I had no way to avoid it. It took it with the front driver side tire and a rather loud THUNK! The tire didn't blow so I just kept going. But when we got to the shop, I got out to assess the damage. It was like my tire had suddenly grown a tumour - a large bubble protruded out the side - not good.

Fortunately, there was a tire shop just around the corner. We drove very slowly to the tire shop, and waited... (yay for emergency knitting). Sadly, not only had I wrecked my tire, but my rim too... and they didn't have one that fit. They very kindly put my spare on for me. I got Dave to work and began the slow journey on side roads to Dad's on the spare.

Dad and I spent the afternoon combing every scrap yard that was open (many aren't on Saturday afternoons) with no luck. We got back and I proceeded to scour Kijiji... while I love my dear Stella car, she is a little finicky about the rims she will take. There wasn't much - just a guy in North Toronto who had some that might work.

We weren't able to arrange a meeting until Sunday, so I headed home. Dave's not home yet, and I check the messages.... "My car isn't done and won't be until after the weekend... Can you come get me?"

So begins the slow trek back to the big bad city... on side roads because the spare is not safe at highway speed. Dave collected, it's another long slow trek back. I started the day at 8 a.m. and didn't really get home until almost 11 p.m.

By that time, this is about how I felt....

 

Today has been a little better (Though I had to miss Sam's half-marathon). Dad and I got up and headed out to the big bad city (in his highway-capable truck, and I did get a little knitting done) got the new rims and now I'm just waiting as the boys put them on... Next weekend better be better... or someone is gonna pay...