How we take these things for granted!  Good health and a head clear enough to drive down the block for a quick haircut and to Freddy’s to buy a white top to wear as part of the volunteer uniform for the Master Chorus gig on Sunday afternoon.

In case you’ve ever wondered who Fred Meyer was, here he is, a much-admired merchant here in the Northwest. Known for his modesty, integrity, and work ethic.

I am sorry to report, however, that I had to settle for a white tee shirt.  All Freddy’s other white tops looked like doilies.

Then on down the street to get a winter’s worth of mud off the Subaru only to discover that my favorite carwash doesn’t exist any more.  Where it used to be is a large, impersonal, very noisy new place.  They don’t have the kinks worked out yet.  I was not impressed with the pointless flashing lights.

The only person who seemed to know what he was about was the Comcast man who was there hooking up eight huge TV sets.  The Subaru does look great, and her new decal stayed on in the process.

I know we have to be flexible and embrace change, but enough already!  Also down the street, I discovered that my old privately-owned oil-changing place recently became an Oil Can Henry’s.

I used to know how to change the oil and wash the car.  Today it was all I could do to remember how to reinstall the kayak racks on the Subaru after their long winter leaning against the wall in the garage.