June 26, 2013
It is so very
hot, sweat is dripping off my shiny forehead and saturating my tank top while whacking
the African rug with the whisk broom off the back wrought iron rail. Isn’t
summer a blast. Hotter in the house so the cat is splayed across the wool rug
in front of the oscillating fan. Tyrus has worn himself out barking through the
slight slats in the fence at the neighbor’s ancient once Apricot Standard
Poodle and Black Lab/Shepherd mix. I will attempt to walk him after dark so as
not to alarm the neighborhood. He tends to meander in front of me, sniffing
into the bushes and freaking people out with his sizeable body. Yes, if you
missed that hint, I am walking now, sans crutches, for the most part. Got the
thumbs up from the surgeon today. I had
to ask him about Physical Therapy and
failed to suggest I aim to drive as soon as I find my remote.
Yes, the car
clicker has gone missing yet again. I swear it was on the livingroom table
where I placed it next to the unremarkable “safe spot” by the ring of keys.
Just disappeared into thin air. I searched my five pair of shorts pockets, every
purse I used in the last few days, under rugs, scoured radiators top to bottom,
flung around the recyclables, trash and behind picture frames leaning up
against the walls, peered around stacks of books and items on the shelves. Hate
to even suggest that the neighbor, who came to borrow my cell phone, would have
picked it up but I am not above asking her tomorrow. Looked in the washer and
dryer, under the stove and even pulled out the frig. Exasperated beyond belief.
YouTubed and
Googled how to disengage a car alarm but the suggestions did not work. I was
afraid to attempt the idea of “cutting the wire just an inch shy of the alarm.”
Who knows what damage I could do. The Nissan dealer I phoned was not helpful yet
I did try the key in the lock trick and will call him back tomorrow if need be.
He wants me to have it towed several thousand miles. I kept at the search
engine until I found a Viper dealer, left a desperate and deranged message on
their voice mail. Hope they don’t think I am a nut case and leave me hanging.
I have a drove
of women coming over tomorrow night for a celebratory gathering. Count on the
ceiling and floor fans to cool us hot chicks down. Have to request one of my
good pals to bring the beverages and cookies since god knows when I will be
able to get in the car and drive away from my own home.
Nothing but fun
and games on this end. Stay tuned.
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