Tuesday didn’t start out being flat. I woke up early, fed and played with the cat, then went straight to working on Wedding at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort. I’d had a couple of ideas during the night and wanted to get them down before I forgot them.
Once I’d made the additions/changes, I did my 20 minute funky disco dance exercise routine and then took a shower. I had an appointment with a tarot card reader—research for a scene in Wedding, but not until 2 p.m.
I had a lovely lunch at Sweet Pea Cafe in Tallahassee where a young woman, waiting for her name to be called, stepped into the shade of the trees and danced like a fairy princess, totally oblivious to those of us watching.
After lunch it was still too early to drive to my tarot reading, so I went to a consignment shop and wandered about for an hour. When I left there I hadn’t driven but a mile when my car flashed a warning that one of my tires was low. Dangerously low. I pulled into a service station and with the help of a nice man aired it up. There was just one problem—I could see the bolt that I must have run over. It was huge and I knew the tire wouldn’t hold air long.
Now I had a decision to make: Keep the appointment or go directly to a tire shop and have my tire fixed. I called Studly Doright for advice.
“Fix the tire.”
Alrighty then.
The tire pressure dropped two pounds as I was talking to him. I googled the nearest tire shop—three miles away. Slowly I made my way to Mavis Tires. By the time I arrived I was down to twenty-two pounds in the wounded tire.
Mavis Tires took care of me. I was a damsel in distress and they were my knights in shining armor. They patched my tire while I chatted with others in their clean waiting room. I sold at least one copy of Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort while we waited.
Mavis fixed my tire and didn’t charge me a penny, so my tire might’ve been flat, but the day ended well. Except I still need to have my cards read. Maybe tomorrow will be fluffy instead of flat,
Peace, people!

You took the right advice – but then the card reader may have predicted that 🙂
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I hate days like that. It always happens when you need to be somewhere 😦
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I know! I was having such a blissful day.
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There were reasons you were held up my friend.
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I’m thinking that, as well!
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There are few things that can upend your day like a flat tire. Glad you got it taken care of so easily.
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All’s well that ends well!
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That was a lucky break and yay for Studley! You got a good man there!
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I do!
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And you sold a book! You go girl! I remember those days! 🙂 I did the home show in Tampa the year my first book came out. The booth was free for me because I did a lot of the signage for the event and gave them great deals. I set up my booth in 1800’s motif and sold 120 books that weekend. Best book signing I ever did. 🙂
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Wow!!! That’s some marketing!
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My books are archival photos showing how Tampa changed from 1880-1970’s. Clearwater is a 100 years 1870-1970. It went with the theme of the books. I dressed up in Little House on the Prairie clothes. Yeah, it worked. LOL! 🙂
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Oh wow! How cool!
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It was fun! 🙂
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I can imagine!
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