It finally happened. I've expected it for some time, and today was the day. I opened the dryer to take out the load of whites to discover the lint screen full and the dryer empty. The laws of physics made it inevitable but now what do I do for underwear?
June Cleaver died. Somebody asked what they should do with her body.
And the answer was...???
(You can get this one, right?)
Flat tire this morning. This time it was the front. I can't remember the last time it was the front tire that went flat, but now I know steering gets tricky with zero air pressure there, which is particularly problematic when you've got cars going by at 60 mph. four feet away.
I had planned on doing 50 but having used my spare it didn't seem wise to press on, so 32 will have to suffice.
Apparently almost no one (else) watches the CBS Evening News on Saturday nights, because I saw commercials for Wonder Hangers and some contraption that makes giant cupcakes. I actually heard, "But wait! There's more!"
God is good and still on the throne. The Rangers beat the Yankees.
Communion tomorrow. I'm using outside the box music during the distribution of the bread and juice. Interested to see what reaction, if any, I get.
Gerta and I ran some errands this morning and went out for dinner tonight.
She's got personality. Today's cars have been engineered into Stepford Wives. They do exactly what they're supposed to every time. They are both reliable and boring, and virtually indistinguishable, one from the next. Nobody gives a name to a 2009 Kia Sorrento. The only problem with that vehicle is finding it in a parking lot, amid all the other silver SUV's.
Gerta sometimes diesels for a few seconds when I shut her off. Sometimes not. I have to double clutch a downshift into second gear because the syncro is gone. I've learned what she wants when starting her up. If she's cold it's one pump of the gas pedal, none if she's hot, and half as I turn the key if she's something in between.
There's a trade-off for all the reliability we've engineered into our lives. We don't have to think about much anymore. No reason to bang the top of the TV with your fist because everything in there is solid state. So it always works, but where's the fun in that? Repeatedly tap the hang-up buttons on the phone to get a mysteriously absent dial tone back? Licking the contacts on a flash bulb? ("What's a flash bulb?")
I'm not saying I want to go back, but something in me likes that Gerta looks and acts like an individual.
Best Buy sells fitness equipment and kids' scooters. Huh??
Go Giants.
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