"Weekend" nearly over

My weekend happens to fall on Monday and Tuesday this week and next. I found a place to get my truck's oil changed, and spoke to them about a rough sensation and noise from the steering column. I will take it back next Monday morning when I am off work again and have that problem taken care of. One of the service techs drove it to try to determine where the noise was coming from, and he thinks it is a boot on something that goes into the firewall. Hey, I don't understand it, and maybe I have the sequence of words wrong, but essentially they will lubricate something that should clear it up. I was worried it could be brake pads but he didn't think so.

I remembered to eat lunch BEFORE I went to the grocery, but still came home with chocolate eclairs, pecan danish, and a big jar of cashews with sea salt and pepper. Imagine if I had been hungry!

I got my hair trimmed as I want to get the cut into a different shape, and will go back again towards the end of February by which time it should be a little longer and a little fuller.

My mother was born on this day in 1920. She lived 83 years, just short of her 84th birthday, a long and full life. Raising 8 children wasn't easy, especially with me being the first, but I'd say she and my dad together did a tremendous job. They were loving parents, devoted to each other and to their children. They didn't have a lot of money but I don't remember that we wanted for any of the necessities, and our household was full of love. She still nags me from time to time: Don't go outside with your hair wet; wear a hat; put on a sweater or you'll catch pneumonia; never hang clean curtains on dirty windows; and you get the picture! Mary Elizabeth Willett Federle, I miss you. (1920-2003)