Thursday, September 22, 2011
Close to Nowhere
and misery on me. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all... Gloom, despair...”
I’ve started my column with this old Hee Haw song several times. Somehow, it just seems to fit my lifestyle.
Where to start...?
Monday was fine last week. Can’t remember a single catastrophy.
Tuesday started out OK, I was just a tad late and I needed a diet Pepsi (badly), so I stopped at the Waterford Express... oh, you heard this part of the story last week, didn’t you?
The shop were I carried my car for the new starter was swamped, so, it was Thursday before I got my car back.
Didn’t matter. Had enough at home to occupy me.
Like no electricity in my kitchen; like the broken ice maker in my ’fridge; like the non-working cooling fan on the same ’fridge.
The receptables in my kitchen -- all but one -- blew out and Pop is having trouble tracking the problem down. And I’m putting whatever appliance I need to use on my stovetop, plugging it in, using it, then repeating the process with the next small kitchen appliance. And it’s a pain!
Pop replaced the ice maker, so we have ice again. But the cooling fan is still non-cooling (although we have a new fan in a box -- it just needs to be put on the refrigerator). We have a floor fan in front of the refrigerator; I trip over it at least once a day and I have the bangs and bruises on my legs to prove it!
Saturday, I wanted to take a quilt I’d made for her to a very crafty cousin -- she’d made me some metal crosses, so I made her a quilt.
Kathy (Rich, of Victoria) has a booth at the flea market every third weekend at the Agri-Center in Germantown.
I figured I’d kill two birds with one trip -- visit with Kathy and give her the quilt and cruise the flea market a while.
You know what they say about the best laid plans...
In addition to adding four teenage girls to my trip, my car wouldn’t start. Pop boosted me off, both of us thinking a door had been left open.
After an enjoyable time at the flea market, and with Kathy, (even with teenage girls) we got back in the car... and it wouldn’t crank.
Kathy found an absolutely wonderful man -- Uncle Chuck -- who had booster cables. He very cheerfully boosted my car off with Kathy’s in just a couple minutes. He got lots of hugs!
And Kathy says Uncle Chuck’s barbecue, found at the flea market, is as wonderful as Uncle Chuck himself!
At 8:45 p.m. I pulled into Auto Zone, which closes at 9, after taking teenagers home, getting gas, etc. mostly without turning the car off.
New battery in five minutes! Now, my car cranks!
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