Money Vanishes in a Puff of Hot Air

Just when things were looking up, our neighbor knocked on the door to tell us that our tire was going flat. Roomie went outside to see for himself, and sure enough, our right rear tire was drooping forlornly, a widow bereft of her one true love and left to the cruel mercies of the world with no prospects. The neighbor managed to pump it up with his air compressor, and it was still inflated this morning. We owe our neighbor a case of his favorite beer and some money for raking our leaves, and for his observant kindness. If we had been on the side of the road, it would've been a disaster, as tow trucks are not wheelchair accessible.

So, Roomie is at the mechanic's, getting the tires checked. If they need to be replaced, there's hundreds of dollars we hadn't planned on spending. If we must, then Christmas might be a sorry affair, indeed. Waugh. When it rains, it pours.