Monday, January 13, 2014
Rain Rain Go Away
I had to be at work by three thirty so sent Zach out to crank up the older car my sister and bro in law are loaning us. It runs great but have to let it warm up for about ten minutes on the first crank of the day. It's a small price to pay for someone loaning you a free car for months when you asked to borrow it for two weeks. It has a small radiator leak but always carry a gallon jug of water in the back seat. Today I came out and water was pouring out of the front of the car. No Bueno!
I cut the car off and popped the hood like I knew what I was doing. (NOT) I immediately did what you aren't supposed to do and opened the radiator cap. Thank goodness I'm a quick "Jump Backer." The radiator spewed all contents left and pretty rapidly. It was like a vehicular Tsunami. Zach was off in Massey's car going to a job interview and luckily answered my call. He came back and carted me to work, fifteen minutes late. Luckily they love me and know what horrible luck we have with vehicles and besides that it happened to be slow at the restaurant. (Finally some good luck)
It was a rainy chilly night, therefore all peeps hunkered down in their houses like it was a big deal. I've said it before and will say it again, JawJun's are scared of ANY inclement weather.
I got lucky and walked with over eighty bucks before eight thirty.
One of the other servers gave me a ride home. She's my buddy, a sweet girl who I call Lou Anne Poovy. (Remember her from the Gomer Pyle show?) She's been wanting to meet our Bull Dog, Charlie and can't much blame her, he's one ugly but cute pup!
I'm not sweating it, why should I? It doesn't help anything but more gray hair and I have PLENTY of that.
It may sound crazy but I still consider us lucky. It gives me plenty to think about and plenty to be grateful for.
We're a dysfunctional down on our luck family unit who never give up and never will. I may be skinny, I may be broke but got so much positive MoJo going on around me that it inspires me to keep on keeping on. Wealth is over rated and love is underestimated.
I got more love than all the hippies at Woodstock thought they were experiencing. The difference is MINE is the real deal.
Til next time...COTTON