Over the meadow and through the woods? Not.

I'm supposed to go to Iowa early Friday morning. It is to be a rare family get-together of my aging mother and two sisters - also attended by one brother-in-law and a step-father. Will I make it? It is very iffy at this point. Yesterday my much-loved Mercury Sable decided to foil my attempts at a family reunion. Going down a city road suddenly a terrible clunking sound occurred underneath my car. Oh boy, I thought, I've run over a very large hunk of metal. But I hadn't seen anything. Hmm. Next it felt like I had a flat tire. I definitely was sitting lower. Fortunately I was right next to a parking lot so I pulled in. After inspecting all 4 tires, none were flat. What gives? Then I realized the front left corner of the car was sitting all the way down on the tire (pretty much). This does not bode well for Friday morning. So I had it towed to Ed's Auto. We'll see what he says. I have a feeling the news will include at least a 3 figure amount of cash involved in its repair -- and a lengthy stay at the car hospital.

In spite of my disappointment at possibly not making it to Iowa, I AM thankful this did not occur out in the hinterlands of cornfields and chilling winds that would accompany the Iowa interstate. I'm home in my warm house. Nevertheless, does anyone feel sorry for me? I do!