For some random blather.
Dad looks great. He is still healing, and not the Dad I'm used
to, but it's so overwhelmingly great to have him laugh. I mean
LAUGH. Not that guarded chuckle he used in the hospital. I
mean a real hard laugh. I love it.
Work is work. 'Nough said. I'm keeping up, but
barely. Keeping up is good, so I'm OK with it. I'm just so
busy.
It was storming when I left for work today. I had to drive 30 mph
to Mom's, dropped off the girls, then headed out in rain so hard I
couldn't see the road. I hit a puddle, no, I hit a RIVER in the
road. Hydroplaned a bit, and got it under control. From
that point on, the oil pressure gauge was weird.
This little LeBaron is a POS. You have to add a quart of oil
every 4-5 days. The mileage is so good that I keep driving it,
though. I got scared about the gauge, though, and stopped by
Kevin's work to swap vehicles. "Please check the oil when the
rain lets up, ok?" He agreed.
THREE. QUARTS. LOW.
HUH? I just added oil less than 3 trips to work ago, and it was
fine. So, in three trips, it loses three quarts? I felt
like a dip. I asked tonight, "did you tell Dad?" He said
that he did. *sigh*
Dad raised me better than that. You do NOT leave home low on
oil. If you drive something that burns/loses oil, you check it
daily. Out of oil=out of a car. Period. I feel so
ashamed.
Kevin drove it home, after making sure the oil level was fine. I
felt stupid. I checked it, since there is never time in the
mornings, and it was over a half quart low. HUH? Maybe it's
not me? It's probably me, but losing a pint in a 20 mile
trip is unusual for even THAT car. Could I have loosened the oil
filter when I hit the river? Could something else be to
blame? I doubt it, but I hate to have the shame of driving a
thirsty car. Oil is blood.
Just ask Dad.
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4 comments:
I'm happy that your dad is doing better and laughing. I guess you need to have your car checked or something, lol Like I know what I'm talking about.
We had some seriously scary thunder here -- but it was a bust. Hug your dad for me. And your mom. And Kevin. And yourself. And Russ. Oh wait -- that's me.
So very glad to hear Dad sounds like himself. Best of luck with the car.......we've had plenty of those. ;o) - Barbara
That is a bad leak. Sounds like a busted seal that is getting worse. I had a car that would all of a sudden lose 2 quarts at a time.
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