Here we go again?!
The immigrant is tending babies today. When she does that and it doesn't happen here, it adds to the chaos and confusion of keeping things ship-shape here at Lark Circle. When she's gone taking care of me falls to me and I don't do such a hot job of that sometimes. I try but things never look as nice and clean when I do them as when she does.
I did get a lot done today before setting out for work. I mopped my bathroom and cleaned the carpet in my bedroom. I washed the dishes I dirtied last night after work. I swept which is a chore around here. And I went on a search and destroy mission to find the battery charger for my cordless drill. It wasn't where I put it but I did manage to find it. It's the beginning of the things I'm thankful for today.
I have a lot to be thankful for today even though it won't sound like it as I tell the story. Some of it was my own fault for not doing what I needed to. Lessons learned the hard way are usually the ones you take to heart and this one I will. Believe me, I will. It hurt the pocketbook on both ends.
I want to start out this story by saying I kind of had a feeling I should have stayed home today. There's no reason to be driving in this if you don't have to.
I mentioned I needed the battery charger for my cordless drill. I took it downstairs when we had a mini-issue with the plumbing and I didn't put it away. Someone else did and I had to find it in the garage because the kitchen sink was backed up. I fixed it just right before work and although late, I ventured off.
The sink couldn't wait because it drained into the dishwasher when I washed the dishes. And when it filled up the dishwasher some of it leaked onto my tile floor. I found this out when I about fell on and busted my butt. Anyway, I put on clean clothes and rand a brush through my hair and walked out the door.
Getting to work was fun. I almost got dead once. The front end of Chevron tried to pass the back end but I was able to avoid going around and around. When I got to work, I checked the truck to make sure it would start again. Then I uttered a small prayer that the truck would start just one more time.
As I was walking into the hangar, I ran into a co-worker who opened the door and I followed him in. He knows me and that I belong there. As we were walking in, he said he called the supervisor on duty for today and told him he wasn't coming in. Keep that in mind. I wasn't going to but I told the guys if I could get out of the neighborhood I'd show up. The snow wasn't nearly as deep as it is now so off I went after I got the sink put back together.
I checked in with the boss but told him I was leaving at seven-thirty. Remember, the immigrant is tending babies at not here so someone's gotta let out the muttleys. I don't want her driving in this any more than she has to. I figured by then, it wold be early enough to run the snowblower without bugging the neighbors and I know from experience that to safely secure my vehicle in the driveway, I have to shovel it first or it'll slip down the driveway and land in the middle of the street. It's happened before.
Anyway, off to work. I talked to a couple of other co-workers and went to open my toolbox. I knew the job I was going to do and went ot get tools to do it, but I looked down around my neck and that's when I noticed my badge and toolbox keys were not where they were supposed to be. Damn. There went $320.
I wasn't going to come back in this weather. I spoke to the supervisor; told him what happened and told him "goodbye". Off to the truck!
Which didn't start.
Here's where a whole bunch of grateful comes in:
Air Force bases are kind of like their own little city. They have a department store, a grocery store, a convenience store and liquor store rolled into one. They also have a garage that sells tires and batteries. If you're familiar with the shopette on base, you know it shares space with the garage franchisee. I bought a battery for my truck and a cheap set of tools that was on sale for $9.95 at the shopette. The battery was $105. I could have gotten one cheaper someplace else but I wasn't stranded someplace else.
I used to have things that would have helped me out in this situation. I had a little toolkit I used to keep in my truck. I also used to have jumper cables. My middle boy has them both. I'm not getting them back.
Anyway, I trudge the two blocks in the snow to the shopette/garage and get my battery and a set of tools they have I think will work. I carry the battery back. It's snowing hard by now. I open the hood and that's when I realize the tools I have just bought will not be enough. I wound up needing them anyway but I needed more tools. Another trudge in the snow to the main BX. Keep in mind that in the hangar, I have a great set of tools and access to just about any tool I would have needed but I couldn't access the hangar because my key-card is with my badge and toolbox keys.
I found some tools that would work at the BX. I needed some screwdrivers too, so I bought a set instead of just one. That would prove to be a great idea. Again, the trudge through the snow back to the truck. By now I'm getting a little cold, I arrive at the truck and try to open the little plastic box and it wouldn't. It was held shut with a phillips screw.
OK, I have two of those now with the set of screwdrivers I had to buy. Opened them up, removed the screw, removed the tools to loosen a battery cable and the block that holds the battery in place. The toolkit I bought is a 1/4" drive standard and metric set of smaller size sockets. The first set of tools I bought was a 3/8" drive ratchet set that had larger size sockets. I'd need that tool set to remove one of the battery cables. I managed to get the battery changed despite the snow and now I have some tools that will live in Chevron.
When I was making the trek to the big BX, I remembered the lyrics to a song and I looked up to heaven and told God, "I just praise You in the middle of this snowstorm." I was at a place where what I needed was available. I wasn't supposed to work tonight. I went when I should have stayed home and some things happened but God's plan for me was that He would use the circumstances to have me fix my truck. The things I needed were there. If I'd stayed home, things would have been different.
Home for some reason is where I belong tonight. Home is where I'm at!
And waiting for whatever is coming my way!
I titled this thing here we go again. I'd mentioned a while ago that my former GF/roomie was a lot like someone else I used to know. Well the same things that happened before are happening again.
I did get a lot done today before setting out for work. I mopped my bathroom and cleaned the carpet in my bedroom. I washed the dishes I dirtied last night after work. I swept which is a chore around here. And I went on a search and destroy mission to find the battery charger for my cordless drill. It wasn't where I put it but I did manage to find it. It's the beginning of the things I'm thankful for today.
I have a lot to be thankful for today even though it won't sound like it as I tell the story. Some of it was my own fault for not doing what I needed to. Lessons learned the hard way are usually the ones you take to heart and this one I will. Believe me, I will. It hurt the pocketbook on both ends.
I want to start out this story by saying I kind of had a feeling I should have stayed home today. There's no reason to be driving in this if you don't have to.
I mentioned I needed the battery charger for my cordless drill. I took it downstairs when we had a mini-issue with the plumbing and I didn't put it away. Someone else did and I had to find it in the garage because the kitchen sink was backed up. I fixed it just right before work and although late, I ventured off.
The sink couldn't wait because it drained into the dishwasher when I washed the dishes. And when it filled up the dishwasher some of it leaked onto my tile floor. I found this out when I about fell on and busted my butt. Anyway, I put on clean clothes and rand a brush through my hair and walked out the door.
Getting to work was fun. I almost got dead once. The front end of Chevron tried to pass the back end but I was able to avoid going around and around. When I got to work, I checked the truck to make sure it would start again. Then I uttered a small prayer that the truck would start just one more time.
As I was walking into the hangar, I ran into a co-worker who opened the door and I followed him in. He knows me and that I belong there. As we were walking in, he said he called the supervisor on duty for today and told him he wasn't coming in. Keep that in mind. I wasn't going to but I told the guys if I could get out of the neighborhood I'd show up. The snow wasn't nearly as deep as it is now so off I went after I got the sink put back together.
I checked in with the boss but told him I was leaving at seven-thirty. Remember, the immigrant is tending babies at not here so someone's gotta let out the muttleys. I don't want her driving in this any more than she has to. I figured by then, it wold be early enough to run the snowblower without bugging the neighbors and I know from experience that to safely secure my vehicle in the driveway, I have to shovel it first or it'll slip down the driveway and land in the middle of the street. It's happened before.
Anyway, off to work. I talked to a couple of other co-workers and went to open my toolbox. I knew the job I was going to do and went ot get tools to do it, but I looked down around my neck and that's when I noticed my badge and toolbox keys were not where they were supposed to be. Damn. There went $320.
I wasn't going to come back in this weather. I spoke to the supervisor; told him what happened and told him "goodbye". Off to the truck!
Which didn't start.
Here's where a whole bunch of grateful comes in:
Air Force bases are kind of like their own little city. They have a department store, a grocery store, a convenience store and liquor store rolled into one. They also have a garage that sells tires and batteries. If you're familiar with the shopette on base, you know it shares space with the garage franchisee. I bought a battery for my truck and a cheap set of tools that was on sale for $9.95 at the shopette. The battery was $105. I could have gotten one cheaper someplace else but I wasn't stranded someplace else.
I used to have things that would have helped me out in this situation. I had a little toolkit I used to keep in my truck. I also used to have jumper cables. My middle boy has them both. I'm not getting them back.
Anyway, I trudge the two blocks in the snow to the shopette/garage and get my battery and a set of tools they have I think will work. I carry the battery back. It's snowing hard by now. I open the hood and that's when I realize the tools I have just bought will not be enough. I wound up needing them anyway but I needed more tools. Another trudge in the snow to the main BX. Keep in mind that in the hangar, I have a great set of tools and access to just about any tool I would have needed but I couldn't access the hangar because my key-card is with my badge and toolbox keys.
I found some tools that would work at the BX. I needed some screwdrivers too, so I bought a set instead of just one. That would prove to be a great idea. Again, the trudge through the snow back to the truck. By now I'm getting a little cold, I arrive at the truck and try to open the little plastic box and it wouldn't. It was held shut with a phillips screw.
OK, I have two of those now with the set of screwdrivers I had to buy. Opened them up, removed the screw, removed the tools to loosen a battery cable and the block that holds the battery in place. The toolkit I bought is a 1/4" drive standard and metric set of smaller size sockets. The first set of tools I bought was a 3/8" drive ratchet set that had larger size sockets. I'd need that tool set to remove one of the battery cables. I managed to get the battery changed despite the snow and now I have some tools that will live in Chevron.
When I was making the trek to the big BX, I remembered the lyrics to a song and I looked up to heaven and told God, "I just praise You in the middle of this snowstorm." I was at a place where what I needed was available. I wasn't supposed to work tonight. I went when I should have stayed home and some things happened but God's plan for me was that He would use the circumstances to have me fix my truck. The things I needed were there. If I'd stayed home, things would have been different.
Home for some reason is where I belong tonight. Home is where I'm at!
And waiting for whatever is coming my way!
I titled this thing here we go again. I'd mentioned a while ago that my former GF/roomie was a lot like someone else I used to know. Well the same things that happened before are happening again.
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