Every errand I had to run today involved spending money I didn’t want to spend. I had to take both my stereo amplifier and turntable to the shop; the amp has developed a noticeable sixty-cycle hum, and the heel of the turntable cartridge is set at too low an angle of attack and skates along the record surface, causing an ungodly rumble when I’m ripping. The stereo-shop guy said not to expect them back for a week and a half. So much for getting any more LPs ripped before July.
Tom is in the shop, getting the fixes he needs to pass inspection (new front brakes, left front turn signal, some odds and ends). He’s also going to come out with all four wheel covers on; I picked up two replacements today (at fifty dollars each!) from Hub Cap Annie.
Then my cell phone died over the weekend. It won’t detect a signal anyplace, no matter how strong. I’d been putting off the day I had to replace it, because I knew I’d have to buy two phones along with it, and new SIM cards. (My old cards are twelve years old, and current-day phones can’t even recognize them.) So L and I went to the AT&T store, where she picked out a Samsung slider phone and I got a Pantech flip model.
So lessee . . . that means about $600 I’ve either spent or committed to spending today, just on fixing things. Which is No Fun.
They say it’s green. Fnord.
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