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Monday, July 01, 2013
Good Monday Morning
Good Monday Morning!
Today is the first day of the second half of the year!
Aren't you excited!?
Well, I guess you aren't. I am not overly excited, either. Just happy to see a new day!
My Weekend. Anyway, I had a pretty good weekend. For this was an "Operation Pam" Weekend.
Good Ol' Pam!
Ol' reliable Pam!
I haven't driven Pam in a good 3 weeks. Why? Because I got of Pam the last time I drove her, and the back brake lights didn't go off.
So I fooled around with her, pumping the brakes and what-not, and the lights didn't go off. And that was odd. I had been out all day in the car, even visiting with Grandma. I know I parked that car for at least 3 hours while on errands and visiting with Grandma. I am surprised the battery didn't go dead.
Whatever. I couldn't figure it out, so I just unhooked the battery and went on in the house. I would just be driving ol' Lucy Junior. No big deal.
That was three weeks ago. My goal this weekend was to get the car fixed. I hooked the battery back up on Saturday morning, just to see if the brake lights were still stuck on. Lo and behold they were:
Oh well. Time to get it fixed.
There were 2 options for this operation. First I could contact Cowgirl Cre's Daddy, Daddy Cre. My second option was to go to the shop that has been taking care of Pam for the past 12 years. The good thing is that I'd bought the part, a brake switch, some six or seven years ago, but it was never replaced. The part that was there only needed to be tightened. It finally broke. Daddy Swain knew what to do. And my shop knew what to do.
So I called up the Cowgirl Cre and asked her for Daddy Cre's phone number. She said that her parent were on their way over.
So... it was early in the morning, around 8:30 am. I was already up and dressed. I decided to drive on over there.
She lives some 35 minutes away from me. So I jumped in Pam and headed on over!
I was excited to get over there anyway? Why? Because Cowgirl Cre just bought a bike!!
No! That's not a bicycle. That's a real bike. A motorcycle.
She had been taking classes. And she went and got her license. She's ready to get out there on the open rode.
Not exactly. It needs to be tuned up. And we sat around in the garage and watched Daddy Cre do this.
We talked much about what he was doing. I have every confidence now that I can repair Cre's bike if necessary. I sure can.
Daddy Cre repaired my beloved Pam!
While he was working on all this, I walked in Cre's house... and it was smelling good up in there. I looked for the source of the good smells.
That doggone Cowgirl Cre! She been hollering about wanting some ribs! And she cooked some up.
"No, I don't want any," I said. "It just sure smells good!"
I watched Daddy Cre mow Cowgirl Cre's grass.
Him and those patten leather shoes. I've seen him mow grass before in a pair of wingtips.
Oh well, maybe his dress shoes are comfy for lawn work.
That was the gist of my weekend... Other things happened, but I'm trying to keep it short!
I would like to thank everyone for participating in the "Conversations Week". I not only got a lot out of putting my feelings down in words, but I gleaned soooo much wisdom from what so many of you had to say. I am truly thankful for that.
The drawing will be tomorrow sometime. Comments close tonight. So you still have time to win those fabulous gift cards!!
That is it for today. I am off to a doctor's appointment.
Song of the Week. Here's a cut I've been on for awhile. The Roots "The Next Movement".
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
I’ve blocked out large swaths of my childhood. There are large,
gaping holes in the landscape of my memory, my mind acting as something like a