By two p.m., I had mowed the yard, rotated my tires, adjusted my
brakes, and washed both cars. Brianna cleaned the house. It was nice
to get so much done so early in the day.
Washing the car is depressing. Every time I wash the car there is a
new dent. Most of the time they are in the doors. People love to smack
their doors against mine. This time I find a dent right in the center
of the nose of the hood. It looks like a truck with a trailer hitch
backed into me. What luck I have with cars. Brianna’s car never has a
new dents when I wash it.