The tow truck just came and out of it emerged quite the character. He was bent over and looked…young at heart. After a little talking, he explained he has been towing trucks for 58 years. Fifty eight. And he winked at me and admitted he was into his 80s.
Would you like to see him? I took the liberty of taking a couple of pictures.
He hoped on the truck and secured my beloved Jeep just like he was in his twenties and was soon driving off into the distance.
Some situations are too funny.
My beloved vehicle almost died this morning. We went out, early in the day, to have a little run, just the two of us and, when we got home, dark, ominous smoke was coming from under the hood.
My poor little Jeep is in dire straights. I’ve called the dealership and they can’t even look at him for two whole days.
So, for the next two days, I’m Jeep-less.
And, yes, it has oil…
What was actually wrong with my little Jeep is still a mystery, one, I hope, that won’t cost too much. That would really hurt.
So I’ve complained to my lovely hubby that I don’t see him enough. He’s a therapist, so he sees people after work and on the weekends. Since that’s when I’m off work, I barely see him.
Now that it’s summer, we both have a little more time off and he decided to invite me to come to one of his outings. He had to see a colleague at a hospital and thought I could come along for the ride, wait for him in the cafeteria of the hospital and we’d go out for lunch afterwards.
It sounded like a lovely date. I was all ready to go. I got my trusty laptop and asked if there was Wi-Fi at the hospital.
He thought about it. “I don’t think so.”
What? Why not? Most hospitals have Wi-Fi. I told him I’d go ask someone there.
He looked suddenly uncomfortable. “You may not want to do that.”
“Well, this hospital is for the criminally insane.”
…What?…What?… Criminally insane?! Was he joking?
Sigh. I ask my hubby for a date and his answer is to take me out to a hospital for the criminally insane.
We were on the road today and saw this lovely fellow.
He was on a very yellow car, trying it out for size.
Is this my colour?
I could see he was debating the pros and cons of travelling in the vehicle. On one hand, he’d have music but he’d miss having the wind through his feathers.
This is a fine vehicle
It’d be great for winter but finding parking spots is so hard today…
What to do…
I told him to take his time deciding. Buying a vehicle is something one shouldn’t do in a rush. Ever.
This morning, just as I was about to sip my morning coffee, we got a visitor.
A morning visitor…eyeing the green selections of grass for breakfast
Of course, our two fluffy pooches had to ‘protect’ us from the imminent threat of rabbit attack. They were scratching at the window doing everything they could to scare the ‘intruder’ away.
Taking a little rest during breakfast
The grass looks greener over here…
Now, I can’t help but remember that last year, we had another fluffy rabbit come into our yard…the dogs got to that one before I could intervene and it was awful. I’ll spare you the details but I still dream about what I saw while I screamed at them to stop.
What are you guys looking at? I’m just having breakfast
Maybe this little guy was just hungry but I choose to see it as a blessing from the rabbit population. Maybe they have forgiven us for last year’s horrible event.
In any case, it was wonderful to have this tiny visitor this morning.
It started as a big hole and then it had bricks but it was still a big mess with no actual coherent shape. Now, this week, suddenly there is wood and panels and…well a structure has appeared.
It has a roof and walls and everything.
It’s super exciting and not just because it’s starting to look like an actual garage, but also because there is less of this:
We had tons of dirt. Not just outside either. It managed to sneak into the house and join the dog hair that we already have. The results weren’t pretty.
So, now we have a structure. And it’s super exciting.
Before we started our garage construction, I never really thought about how a garage was built. The concept of building permits, variances, inspections and cost never once entered my mind. In fact, I remember not even liking garages at one point.
My, how things change.
We now have a building, attached next to our house, with insulation, dry wall and floor. It’s incredible to me because only a few weeks ago, we had a hole and a ton of dirt. Now we have an actual building. And it’s full of interesting parts.
There are doors, windows, frames, places where the lights will go. There are tons of different materials and somehow, it’s all orderly and makes sense. It’s also incredibly neat and tidy. I love neat and tidy.
The floor is made of cement and it’s graded so that the snow melts away from the house. Grading is something else I had never known about before. Now, it’s super important.
It looks like a garage and I’m pretty excited about it. A garage. Who would have ever thought I’d say a garage is a thing of beauty?
If we were having coffee, I’d be on my second cup. We had people over last night and I’m still recovering from the trauma (introvert much?). I have a headache–probably from the fire, not the people–and feel exhausted.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m having trouble ditching my vegan diet. It’s a very odd thing. I’ll get a plate of something with cheese and go to eat it and think of what that cheese will turn into and I just can’t eat it. I’m not even talking meat or chicken! My ever-helpful hubby has decided that it’s sink or swim time for me and he has this planned for lunch…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the weather is nuts and we’re literally under a heat wave now. It includes both heat and humidity so our humidex factor is something obscenely high–as in you’d better morph into a camel hot. So, once more, we Canadians go from boots to sandals.
If we were having coffee, not too long would pass before I’d start rambling on about my doggies and how cute they were last night…until River sat too close to the fire and an ember landed on his fur…and I freaked out and dowsed him with the emergency water bucket…well…I’ve never seen him run that fast. But, in my defence, dog fur is incredibly flammable.
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My lovely hubby has invited friends over and…well, I want to hide.
I’m terrible, I know. I can’t act like a two year-old and run away. I have to be a graceful hostess, smile and greet people. But I want to hide in the bedroom and pretend I’m sick.
I’m an introvert. I love writing, reading, painting and petting my dogs. I work with people, so I figure the weekends are my time, mine. I like to hide and nest until the week and work force me back out again.
Today, in about an hour, I will have to face people. Lots of people. In my house. And I don’t like it.
Could I pretend to be sick?
The truth is groups of people terrify me.
They are coooomiiinnngggg….
Well, we had no idea or intention to do this today. We woke up and went out to get groceries…somehow on the way, we managed to buy something a little more…
This would be surprising, except it’s happened to us before.
We really aren’t good at saying no, are we?