4/2/16 Part 1
The day started out pleasantly enough. I went to the market, as I always do early Saturday morning because no one else is there at that time. I saw one or two regular shoppers and was checked out by my favorite checker, Jeanette, who actually shares the day and month of my birthday. After unpacking, I went to Pilates for a workout and then went home and ate. At that point, I spoke with Mark and he suggested I drive the 1977 Targa to his house. I did.
The ride there was pretty uneventful. I put putted my way into the valley, being routinely passed by every Prius in the city. At Mark’s, we just looked over the car. He showed me some aspects of the car, focusing on how to lay the trunk carpet back in the right order. After some time there, I drove back to the city.
Going home I was passed by the rest of the Prii in the city, or at least that is how it felt. I was just taking it easy, enjoying the day. I stopped in front of my house and called Pam to see if she would move her car. She didn’t answer so I got out of the car and went inside. As her car was in the driveway, I got her keys and put her car on the street. I then walked up the driveway and opened the gate and the garage door. Then I put the 1977 Targa into the garage. I went back to the street and put Pam’s car back in the driveway, and then I went inside. While inside, I realized I still had my sunglasses on, and I couldn’t remember where I left my regular glasses. I thought I might have left them in the 1977 Targa, so I walked back out to the garage…….