Weather has broken. It’s perfect right now. I love northern Alabama.
Lea’s 2004 Honda Odyssey, which has managed to fairly consistently underwhelm me the entire time we’ve owned it, threw a transmission error code last week. Second-generation Odysseys are near-legendary for transmission trouble, and I feared this was a big one. Fortunately it was an easily-replaced fourth gear pressure switch. Think $181, not $4000.
I love Lea’s van on the road at 77 mph, and I love its interior design, but the ownership experience has been unsatisfying. The paint is delaminating (I’m scared to wash it because of how much blue I’ll potentially wash off). All four window motors have failed at one time or another. The alloy wheels were improperly sealed, so they all look like hell now. I have had two engine mounts replaced. None of what I just typed is a reasonable and expected failure. Avoidance of nonsense like this is supposed to be part of what I’m paying for when I purchase a Honda instead of lease a Chrysler. Consider my rose-colored Honda glasses smashed to shit.
I got a flu shot day before yesterday. My employer paid for it. It’s my first one in a couple of years. I got them regularly when the boys were truly young. Shot or not, I haven’t had the flu in ten years or so.