It's all about the oil.....

What a day—and what a week, for that matter!

I’ll start from Wednesday:

Wednesday was the first day of the SATs at Milford Christian Academy (MCA) for Cara and Ryan. Kayla came over and spent the night, since she was going too and her birthday was the next day. I drove the three of them and Mama to Cara’s and Ryan’s music lessons in Manchester, dropped Mama off at a store in Bedford, and went back to the music school just in time to pick them up. We all (minus Mama, who was still in HER store, as she calls it) went to Staples to look for some stuff for Bria’s graduation invitations. Then we went to Walmart, where we browsed a good amount and got a couple of bottles of water.....but then, I’m getting WAY too detailed here......

Thursday: The next day I wentto MCA for testing, too. The English sections where easy—especially Spelling—but I had a hard time on the Social Science test; some of the graphs on the test where really hard to understand, and the questions about them often seemed completely irrelevant.

I stayed up Thursday night really late working on a design for Bria’s graduation card, so I probably shouldn’t be writing this now. Too bad. I will anyway. We came up with several designs, but nothing final.

Friday (today): Here’s the interesting part. After I finished SAT's this morning and my piano lesson this afternoon, I went to work at Daddy’s office. I have a weekly job there now of filling up the gas tanks on the two Chevy Expresses there, and this week one of the vans needed an oil change. I am quite sure I remember Patty (Sandford Surveying’s Accountant and Secretary) saying on Monday that the new van needed an oil change, so I dutifully drove it the eleven or twelve miles to Milford and changed the oil, filled the gas tank, and washed the windows. I drove the eleven or twelve miles back to the office and went in to fill in my time sheet. I glanced casually at the paper with instructions for me that Patty had left, and saw to my horror and astonishment that it was the old Express that needed the oil change! I have to wait until Monday to find out how serious a mistake that was......

I next took the older van out to get gas. I decided not to change its oil because I didn’t want to end up finding out that I had changed the oil in the right car after all and now I had really changed the wrong one. Figuring that I didn’t need to go to the Milford oil changing place, I headed toward Manchester, which is a bit closer. The first gas station I tried was open, but I couldn’t get the gas to pump, and there was a piece of paper taped over the credit card slot. So, I headed down the road to where there was another station—only to find the price there to be drastically (4 cents) higher. I took a big loop through a shopping center to turn around and headed back up the street I’d come from. The next gas station I tried happened to be closed, but I didn’t happen to notice. It was full serve and there was someone in the store part, so I just sat there for about two minutes before I realized nothing was going to happen. I grudgingly started up the motor again and maneuvered my way down the street to where there was one final gas station—one that worked, was cheap, and was open. I zipped back to the office (as well as you can possibly zip in that behemoth), filled in my time sheet, and zipped (or, rather, zoom-zoomed) home in Daddy’s Mazda with him. Thus concludes my thrilling narrative.