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[which_chick]

I think the clutch is going out on the little green pickup. It's refusing to go into gear without coaxing and the pedal is very soft, not like it should be. I'm taking it into the shop to be looked at on Monday. Hopefully, it will get me there and not leave me on the side of the road... but if it does, I've got a cell phone.

I made potato and leek soup for work lunches for this week. In pursuit (and that'd be reckless, free-spirited pursuit[1]) of better budgeting, I've been packing lunches for work except for Fridays which feature lunches paid for out of petty cash. (Petty cash has several sources of income. It got to be about five hundred dollars, so we instituted Friday lunches for the office staff to try to slim down petty cash.) I've mentioned this previously, but I make a damn fine potato and leek soup. Yum! The week ahead is looking better already.

Note to self: Eating half a jar of green olives will make your fingers swell up like Lil' Smokies. Sausage-fingers are not attractive and you hate it when the damn ring won't come off. In the future, please show some restraint around the salad olives no matter how tempting their salty briney goodness may be.

1. Reckless, free-spirited pursuit is the sort where I'm in a long-skirted dress with leg-o-mutton sleeves and a big floppy hat with ribbons that trail behind it and high button shoes that miraculously don't make me fall on my face when I try to run in them, bounding across a meadow full of wildflowers, possibly bursting into song in the midst of it all. I realize that this does not particularly reflect my current reality but I figure it's some sort of bleed-through from an alternate dimension.... like if things were different, I'd have been Julie Andrews.

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[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

That is some amazing free-spirited pursuit.

Eric's clutch has been doing just about the very same things ever since he got it "fixed" after the car pooped out on our arrival at New Year's. It's going back into the shop as soon as he can call the mechanic, since it apparently was getting more worrisome Friday.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping a straightforward clutch replacement will fix0r the truckie. While I don't have it worked on at a dealer's (that'd be a way more appealing option if I lived in the big city -- I think it's easier to find good car guys out in the boondocks), the guys I will have doing the work are pretty reliable.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Important (maybe) update! The shop guy dumped some fluid into the clutch fluid thing (I did not know there was a clutch fluid thing) and MAGICALLY the clutch was instantly all better. He did not charge me, but he said that if it didn't STAY better, I was to come back. Apparently, as clutches wear, the fluid from the clutch fluid thing oozes down into the master cylinder so that there is none in the slave cylinder (blah blah blah) and the upshot here is that your clutch thing may need more clutch fluid.

Check with your mechanic, of course, but if that's your problem, it's not expensive or time-consuming to fix.