Oh my lord
. If it wasn’t one thing today, it was another. The day started off with an hour-long completely pointless phone call to the internet service company, because when Bill and I got home at 10:30 Saturday night, our internet wasn’t working. End result: the wireless part of our router is cooked. Which is what I told
the company when I called (it’s a rental, so it’s their responsibility), but two different people had to have me reset it, turn it on, turn it off, reboot my computer, reboot Bill’s
computer, before they’d believe me.
(This would be the fourth router we’ve had since September of 2013. When I went to the company service store across town to exchange it today, the same guy saw me come in and said, “Oh, Jeez, again?” He agreed that next time, I can skip the phone call and just come right in. He also said he’s going to play with the dead router himself when he gets a chance, to see what the heck is up with it. When the new one dies in a few months, I’ll find out what he learned.)
Anyway, internet is back up (yay).
Crises #2 was the tires on the car. The tire pressure light came on last week while we were up in Connecticut, but the pressure in the times looked fine so we didn’t worry too much, and figured we’d deal with it when we got home. This would have dissuaded sensible people, but all the same, Bill and I had the brilliant plan to drive from Connecticut to Virginia all in one day. Which in our defense, would have totally worked
if the weather hadn’t been going against us. It started to rain in New Jersey and it never let up, and every time I tried to drive faster than 60mph I felt like the car started to hydroplane across the road. So basically we were that horrible car in the right-hand lane going 50mph on the Turnpike. It took over twelve hours to get home, and it was miserable
So today, I took the car to the dealership, and let them sort it out. Turns out the light was because of the spare tire being low – easy fix. The hydroplaning, however, was caused because the two rear tires are worn down.
That would be two of the four tires I replaced last February
(At this point, you start to wonder what else is going to break before its time. I am currently 0 for 2. Unless you’re counting tires individually.)
Anyway, when I pointed this out to the dealership, they said they couldn’t find any record in their system of me having purchased new tires from them. As I was absolutely certain I had done so – you don’t forget a $1,000 bill very often – I went home, found the receipt, and drove back to the dealership to prove it. (Also to show that it’s been 15K miles since the new tires – and if a set of tires wears down in 15K of regular road driving, then there are some serious issues with those tires.)
Turns out that the reason the rear tires (and only the rear tires, mind you) are worn down so much because of a recall on the car that has something to do with the rear suspension – the same recall I’ve had to go in three times
about in the last four months. All that fixing and fixing and fixing wore down the rear tires more so than the front tires, apparently, and the dealership is going to replace them tomorrow. (Damn well better, is my thought.)
Andrew gets off the bus in half an hour, and then we’re off to gymnastics. Where hopefully nothing else will break.
In the meantime, here are the highlights of what we’ve been up to the last week.( The week, with pictures )