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No, I don't have a cold. I just did battle with Monday. At this hour, I am uncertain who won.
Monday tried. I fought back, but not with any amount of strength I have.
It started innocently enough. I needed trash bags and light bulbs. Off to the evil Wal-marts. I am so broke. I hadn't driven my truck recently, but I noticed the last time I moved it to clear snow in the driveway that it started a little sluggishly, so I thought I'd drive it today to charge up the battery.
There was a brilliant idea.
I got to said Walmarts. And that's where the battery gave up the ghost.
There were lots better things to do with money than buy a battery today, so I called the old lady, hoping she'd give me a jump start. She doesn't answer her phone.
Wunderbar. Just Wunderbar.
So I go into the store and buy a battery. Guy at the counter doesn't mention he has a machine 3 freaking feet away from him that charges and tests batteries. Thanks, Wal-marts tire and lube express manager. 'Preciate ya.
Outside and I have tools in the truck. All the tools to do this job.
Except.
Except a 6" extension for a 1/4" drive socket wrench. Have a 3" extension which will give me exactly 1/8 of a turn per throw. If that. Because the bolt that holds the battery holder in has a little bit of rust on it.
But they sell 'em at Wal-marts. For $8.88
Snarl.
They guy charges me the core charge on the battery. I take the battery back in. That's when I see the aforementioned battery tester/charger. I had him put my battery on it. I looked at the charger. Mine is junk. I needed a new one. But still.....would have been nice to know BEFORE I bought it. I didn't say it. I just thought it. He's just doing the best he can, too.
So I get home and I notice that the washing machine is listing to one side. I asked Miss June in a not -so-nice tone of voice why she thought it would be a good idea to do a load of laundry that way. And upon inspection, I notice the washing machine needs new rubbers for its' feet. And that it's worn a hole in the sub floor.
Sure. Why not?
Cleaned the shower today. That's when I noticed the soap dish that's imbedded in the tile is loose. No biggie. Just buy a new one, right? And while I'm at it, those fixture handles are all water stained and corroded, so get new ones of those two, right? They can't be much money, right?
My house is 60 years old. They don't make them anymore.
Go me.
And then there's the ongoing saga of my personal life. But God's got that one. I mentioned to Miss June that I have a rash on my butt called Wendicillius Cooperus. Except I didn't say "butt".
June doesn't think I'm funny.
So you know, there's some silver lining coming in this and of course, there is. God showed up before all of this with some words of advice for me in a Facebook meme.
"YOU ARE GOING TO WANT TO GIVE UP."
Don't.
Monday tried. I fought back, but not with any amount of strength I have.
It started innocently enough. I needed trash bags and light bulbs. Off to the evil Wal-marts. I am so broke. I hadn't driven my truck recently, but I noticed the last time I moved it to clear snow in the driveway that it started a little sluggishly, so I thought I'd drive it today to charge up the battery.
There was a brilliant idea.
I got to said Walmarts. And that's where the battery gave up the ghost.
There were lots better things to do with money than buy a battery today, so I called the old lady, hoping she'd give me a jump start. She doesn't answer her phone.
Wunderbar. Just Wunderbar.
So I go into the store and buy a battery. Guy at the counter doesn't mention he has a machine 3 freaking feet away from him that charges and tests batteries. Thanks, Wal-marts tire and lube express manager. 'Preciate ya.
Outside and I have tools in the truck. All the tools to do this job.
Except.
Except a 6" extension for a 1/4" drive socket wrench. Have a 3" extension which will give me exactly 1/8 of a turn per throw. If that. Because the bolt that holds the battery holder in has a little bit of rust on it.
But they sell 'em at Wal-marts. For $8.88
Snarl.
They guy charges me the core charge on the battery. I take the battery back in. That's when I see the aforementioned battery tester/charger. I had him put my battery on it. I looked at the charger. Mine is junk. I needed a new one. But still.....would have been nice to know BEFORE I bought it. I didn't say it. I just thought it. He's just doing the best he can, too.
So I get home and I notice that the washing machine is listing to one side. I asked Miss June in a not -so-nice tone of voice why she thought it would be a good idea to do a load of laundry that way. And upon inspection, I notice the washing machine needs new rubbers for its' feet. And that it's worn a hole in the sub floor.
Sure. Why not?
Cleaned the shower today. That's when I noticed the soap dish that's imbedded in the tile is loose. No biggie. Just buy a new one, right? And while I'm at it, those fixture handles are all water stained and corroded, so get new ones of those two, right? They can't be much money, right?
My house is 60 years old. They don't make them anymore.
Go me.
And then there's the ongoing saga of my personal life. But God's got that one. I mentioned to Miss June that I have a rash on my butt called Wendicillius Cooperus. Except I didn't say "butt".
June doesn't think I'm funny.
So you know, there's some silver lining coming in this and of course, there is. God showed up before all of this with some words of advice for me in a Facebook meme.
"YOU ARE GOING TO WANT TO GIVE UP."
Don't.
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