Truckless

I've been without a vehicle this week. I went to the library and store last week and noticed a burning smell. Naturally I kept sniffing, hoping it was something I was just passing. When I pulled into the library, it was obvious - it was MY truck. White smoke was coming from under the hood. I lifted the hood and started checking fluids. No transmission fluid - at all.
Luckily I was two doors down from an auto parts store. I hoofed it over there and bought some fluid. I just got enough to limp home on.

I've been hitching rides with my next door neighbor since then. She talked to her son who can replace the seals for not much money. We just have to get the truck to him - about 25 miles away.

Nacogdoches and Home

I took a trip this week with my dad and step-mom to Nacogdoches. It was fun, but I came home exhausted.

Yesterday I made a quick trip to the library and, yep, that was my truck smoking and smelling like something burning. I checked under the hood and it was leaking (if that's the right word for "Pouring") out transmission fluid. I bought some and poured it in to try to limp home.
Later, safe at home, I heard a crash but didn't see anything. Realized later the shelf my refrigerator sits on had collapsed. So now my fridge is sitting in the drawer below....
Not such a great day.