Car wash, fill up and Elvis.

A day in the life of Tweety.

Some of the strangest things happen when we take Tweety out for a spin. It is time for a her to get washed. Looking for a non-brush car was isn't an easy thing to find. What I'm looking for a is a full-service non-brush car wash.

I found out that Chevrolet does not recommend running a Corvette through a brushed car wash. Hand washing is encouraged. The car washing devices can harm the paint and other parts of the car. So, either I get out the hose and bucket, or find an alternative. If it is warm enough this week, I will do the wash myself. 

A car wash, it seems so simple. I used to wash my cars all the time. It was fun when our grandson was younger and he wanted to help. Which turned out to be an excuse to have a water fight, which I would let him win. 

Memories, they seem to come out of nowhere, to remind me that life hasn't always been that hard, that there were good times, and that when I think about them, they will pop up like a cork on the water. They are always there; I just have to look for them as they float by. 

Monday

Time to get Sweetie up and start the day. We're off to a good start. Sweetie is willing to get up and get going. 

I'm beginning to worry about her BMs. She hasn't had a good one in a couple of days which mean prune juice time. For the next couple of days, a lot of prune juice. Going to try mixing it in her morning coffee. I know that she doesn't taste food, so it just might work. If not, straight juice it is with brain cereal. Should get something moving with that combination. 

As we get ready to head out to the golf course, she is more than willing to come with me. I love these mornings when she is so willing. Stress of convincing her that we going is gone. 

I wish I could say the same thing about my round of golf. It wasn't what I would call a good round, it was a round. Some good shots, and more bad ones. In other words, its golf. 

Home, lunch, TV, and rest. Wanting to get the Corvette washed, and it needs to be fueled. I get Sweetie up and into the car. Drive around looking for the right car wash, and finding none, we head for the mall and our walk about.

Getting that done, and Costco is just around the block from the mall, head over there for the fill up. 

While waiting in line, another sports car pulls in behind us. I can see that the driver is looking Tweety over, and soon he gets out of his car and comes over to talk with us. 

He is quite the character. He is wearing a thick black and brown leather jacket, with all the fringes and braded leather about. He wants to tell me how blessed I am driving Tweety. He has been trying to order a new Z06 Corvette and no one will take his deposit. The dealers are full of their allocations and are not accepting any orders.

He was telling us how he used to race Corvettes, talked about the Corvette experience, and then he showed me his TCB neckless. He got it from Elvis Presley himself and he was his martial arts instructor for seven years. There was something about him that made his claims seeming real. I was impressed. That was the highlight of my day. 

Home, dinner, meeting, and home again. Got all tucked into bed, turn out the lights, said thank you for our day, and sleep washed over us. 

What a day on the Road to Dementia Town. It was when Driver pulled into a rest area, and brought over a friend to share with us some good stories of life. I know that our meeting wasn't an accident. Just a reminder on how well we are being cared for on this adventure of life. So, with a joyful heart, we are back on the road again, keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.