Sunday, January 24, 2010

Not to sound like a liquor store hat, but...

shit happens. When it does, I suggest you laugh about it.

We've been stuck in the house due to snow for, oh, five days now. There was nothing to be done about it, except shovel snow and hope that some day the sun would come out again. It finally did and boy was there a mess to clean up. Nearly four feet of snow to clear off the deck, the shed, from around and on top of the car, a path to dig from the front door to the driveway and on to the street, blah blah blah. Finally, finally, it's all done. The car won't start, battery is too low. Back to shoveling out the shed so I can get the extension cords and the battery charger. (Doesn't that sound like an awesome idea? 'Hey, I bet if I string together enough extension cords across the snow and wet ground, I can hook up the battery charger!') Hook it up without getting shocked or blowing up the car and let it charge. Because putting the charger on the wet ground sounded bad, I opened the trunk. Bad idea. The ice sheet on top of the car slides off, right on to the open hood, bending the crap out of the prop rod and wedging between the windshield and partially open hood.

Talk about ridiculous. I had to hold the hood open with my head to clear the ice out of the engine compartment, disconnect the charger, put the cover back on the battery, and try to straighten the prop rod. If the neighbors had been watching, it would have been good entertainment for them. Anyway, I got the ice cleared, removed the jacked up prop rod, and started the car. Hurray! Then laughed while I told Tash what had happened.

Actually, this is one lesson that I did learn early on. Junior high, I had a generally bad week. Then came the day where someone told the bully that I stole his clothes from his gym locker (not true), so he promptly reciprocated. Then at lunch, one of my friends had trouble opening a milk carton until, of course, it opened all at once, all over me. So there I was wearing dorky PE clothes covered in milk. And I started laughing at how ridiculous it all was.

See Don't Panic and Be Prepared.

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