While still under warranty, we took our vehicle to the dealership for an oil change.  As part of the routine, they checked everything while we were there and told us we needed tires and brakes.  The prices they quoted were extremely high so we sought these things elsewhere.  We successfully got the tires on sale at a much more reasonable price, but life got in the way of tending to the brakes, so here we are a year later, just getting around to taking care of that particular issue.  Because there were no other warning symptoms, it was easy to put this on the back burner of "things to do".  I dropped the van off at the mechanic's shop earlier today and will pick it up later, brakes repaired and ready to go.  Like most women, I cannot get excited about car maintenance, and hate to fork over the money necessary to do the repairs.  I once got a set of tires for my car for an anniversary gift which was nearly the end of our marriage, but he has learned not to give me practical gifts any more and things are better between us,   Once I get another opening in my hectic schedule, it's time to rotate the tires and the anticipation is palpable as I prepare for another exciting adventure as a car owner.

As I delve a little deeper into the mysterious world of blogging, I am told that I need to add links and photos to make it more attractive and appealing.  Much like makeup for my face before I dare to appear in public, I suppose.  Writing this in the hopes that I might be able to reach at least one interested person who has gone through the torture of having a mammogram and getting called back for "more extensive" images.  My mind is going to places that are dark and scary, despite my firm resolve not to allow this to occur.  Of course the "C" word creeps into my thoughts and fears and I keep attempting to push it away.  I still have three days and nights before I am subjected to the mercy of the radiologist.  Hopefully, I will get some immediate results and they will be good.  Wising for many more sunsets on the lake.