Accidents Happen…
“I did something terrible!” Mrs. Florene told me frantically after calling me early this morning. “I ran all into the side of the garage with the Skylark. I was going to buy my groceries when the grocery store opened at six.”
I drove over to take a look at her request. I expected the worst from what Mrs. Florene had described on the phone. It really wasn’t that bad. The front quarter panel of the Skylark was dented and scraped. There was no damage to the the garage.
“I was up at six,” I told Mrs. Florene. “Call me next time and I will drive you. You know me. I keep odd sleeping hours. I am usually available.”
I assured Mrs. Florene that I would take the Skylark to the body shop for an estimate Monday. She is just going to pay to have it fixed and not file it on her insurance. Shit happens as they say. Mrs. Florene is certainly getting older in her seventies and I don’t how much longer she will be able to drive.
Boom, Boom, Boom!
Superglue is an amazing thing. I painstakingly repaired my subwoofer with superglue yesterday -- carefully gluing the torn speaker pieces into place. The proof in the pudding was when I fired up my stereo and cranked up the volume. Pounding bass! The kind of bass that rattles the kitchen cabinets. I was so happy and overjoyed. I was sharing my exuberance with everyone in my family. “Just what in the hell is a subwoofer?” dad asked. Mom asked the same thing. I laughed -- so happy to have my subwoofer back.
The Great Rift Ends…
It is like I have been caught in a chasm all week. It happens every week. Daytime AM radio is populated with outlandish conservative talk shows -- politics in a particular. Something I don’t particularly relish. The weekend means I can listen to my beloved AM talk radio again in the daytime. Shows like Kim Komando and Leo Leporte help me with my computer. Cigar Dave regales me in tales of some of the finest cigars in the land. Car and Driver radio talks about the latest Lamborghini. It is refreshing and much needed after a week of listening to talking heads bitch about “Obama Care” and illegal immigrants.
4 comments:
Nice save on the speaker!
Oh gosh, I just had to giggle when you mentioned the Superglue. You'd never guess what I used it for. I bit into a chicken wing and my front cap fell out. I ran to the store and bought some Crazy Glue. I am so afraid of the dentist. Well, it dried quickly, and the tooth wasn't so straight, but it lasted for quite awhile until I finally did have to go to the dentist for something else. He had a heck of a time getting that cap off so he could put it in right.
Mary
Bless you for being so kind to Mrs. Florene!
How comforting it must be to Mrs. Florene to know that you're there to help her. She really counted on George . . and you are a great friend to both of them!
Love,
Grannie
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