Ugh.

What a day.
I've been having 'flashes' in my eye. More or less normal, but since the eye doctor told me to call if I had them, I called and they got me in today. As it turns out, it was nothing, but he said the detachment would continue to completion, probably in the next three months so while I was okay today, I need to keep going in, just in case it should tear the lining of my eye. Because if that happens, I will need surgery to prevent blindness.

I asked him about the health care bill. He has actually read some of it, so I was interested in what he thought. He said that it mostly looked okay to him, but it would  make costs go up. And since my health care didn't cover today's visit, I paid for it.

Then when I was going to the alteration place to have a blanket mended, I hear this HUGE BOOM as I'm driving across the street. I looked back expecting to see car parts in the street, as the car is suddenly driving like a tank. :/ But I didn't see anything, so I went carefully to the tailor, which was within' view of the eye doctor I had left.

Then I took a back way home because I could drive more slowly with the steering as messed up as it was. About halfway home, I noticed the engine was getting hot.

So I pulled into the parking lot of a youth center to look at the engine. I saw a belt wrapped around the fan, so I thought well, if I remove that belt, then the fan will work (Yes, I am that challenged, haha).
But, the belt could not just be pulled out, and I am too short to be able to reach into that area easily. So I called my son and asked him to bring my foot stool.

My youngest son was taking my middle son to work though, so I had to wait about 40 minutes for him to get to where I was. In the meantime, I managed to get hold of my husband at work, who informed me that, no, removing the belt would not get the fan running, because the belt ran the fan and the power steering. So, when my son got there, I told him what my husband had said. My son - who has never done any more auto work than required to complete a very short class in high school - said, "Well, it looks simple enough. Let's just get a belt and I'll change it."

This is the son who never volunteers for dirty work. My husband was willing to let him try, because otherwise it would not have been fixed before he got off work at 5. So, we went and got a belt. Took about 30 minutes because I didn't know everything I needed to know, and neither did my husband. He would have had a way to find the information if he had been at home, but anyway, with enough questions -- and measuring the biggest part of the old belt -- the salesman at the auto store sold me a belt and we took it back to my car.

My son tried lots of things to get the belt on - including swearing, much to my embarrassment - but nothing worked. When my husband called a third time to see how we were doing, he was able to explain to my son about the... tension arm? that needed to be lifted to get the belt on the last pully. Once my son was able to figure out how it moved, we got the belt on. Yay! My son was not about to stop until the belt was on, because he couldn't lose to something that went around in circles, hehe.

Then we came home and the garage door opener broke the same way the belt in my car did. But it sounds like hubby just got that fixed, too.

When it rains, it pours. We're expecting rain tonight. ;)