Not much noteworthy happening around here. Oh, we did have a little excitement. Paul took my car the other day to do the food shopping and the next day the front right tire was a little flat. He found that he’d run over a screw of some sort.
He pumped the tire up (we use a bicycle hand pump!) enough to get him over to the car mechanic’s place in Marblehead where Harold put a plug in my tire.
Then it was time for my car’s yearly Safety & Lights Inspection. Paul does this for me, as well. Off he goes to get it inspected the other day and came home with thumbs up… it passed! (My car is a 1999 Honda CR-V and it is almost as house-bound as I am these days… only going out when Paul takes it out to keep the battery from dying).
The next morning (which was yesterday), he went out to search some more in the car for the jack. He lost it. He also thinks he left his old zipper-jack in his old truck when he traded it in recently and got his “new” truck (see below – I call her “Blanche”).
It’s 2 years old which is quite “new” for us. My car is 14 years old and Paul’s old truck was 13 years old. I will probably never get another newer car since I don’t drive much. It runs fine. The air-conditioner in it doesn’t blow cold air anymore, though.
So back to the story. It boils down to the fact that we do not have a car or truck jack in our possession. Paul called the Honda dealer nearby and they said my car was so old, there weren’t any jacks for it available… we’d have to check a scrap yard. That’s encouraging…
I asked Paul if his “new” truck came with a jack and he said “I imagine so.” I told him to check it out and make sure he knows where it’s located and how to get to it if he needs it in an emergency. He just brushed me off saying “yeah, yeah…” – typical! Men!
So I told him that when he is out on the highway and he gets a flat, not to call ME but to call AAA because I am not coming out there! Didn’t faze him one little bit.
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Another little project we (or rather Paul) accomplished was to install a more comfortable handrail going down our side deck stairway. The old one was a flat wide plank and you couldn’t get a good grip on it. Remember, this is the stairway that I fell down and hurt my leg a while back, and if I’d had a good handrail I might not have fallen.
It took forever of tossing ideas back and forth before we decided on this design. It’s just a piece of molding wood from Home Depot mounted on the old railing with some little blocks of wood so I can grip it around with my hand.
I like it. I feel a lot safer now traveling down over those stairs, which I do once a day when I go down to the post box to get the mail – my big outing for the day. Coming back up is also better now that I have something to grip.
It’s the little things like this that make life bearable and workable around here.
And it’s things like this…
…that make it home.
Cheers for the little things in life,
Bex & Co.
It’s in every one of us to be wise;
Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know every thing without ever knowing why.
It’s in every one of us, by and bye.
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