The day was Saturday, December 30th, and I remember thinking, “Hmmmm …. I really don’t have anything to put a post together with.” I did not fret, however, because something would come along for me to write about. It always does.
Now. I’m not sure if my “thoughts” bring these “adventures” to me just so that I do have something to write about or, if these things happen just to get hubby out of his perfectionist rut. Either way the darnedest things happen to me!
That being said … let’s move on to my adventure.
That day I finally felt motivated to go to the gym. So, with determination I made sure I was ready to leave early enough to give myself enough time to do what was next on my day’s agenda.
I had to brush the new fallen snow off hubby’s truck. We are basically down to one vehicle because we now have both barn cats living in our heated garage. Getting my car out of the garage is a huge hassle. Ask me if I like having “one” vehicle.
So there I am brushing the snow off his truck, and as I made sure the wipers were free of snow and ice, the driver’s wiper blade falls off. I stare as if this thing was a foreign object, having no clue what to do. You’ve got to be kidding me! And no, that is not a crack in the windshield even if it looks like one.
Not to freak out our cats by ringing our doorbell, which is usually the case, I decided to call hubby from my cell. I had the keys in the ignition to warm the truck up and our house key was dangling from it. The call connected but his voice sounded so far away.
Now what was wrong? Why isn’t my cell working right? “Hello, Hubby? Hubby??” Huh?
I could hear hubby’s far away voice telling me something about the truck and that is when it hit me. Because I had the truck running, my cell was connected through the speakers in the truck. That is why hubby’s voice sounded so far away. I walked over, opened the driver’s door to poke my head in the cab and told hubby my dilemma.
He didn’t say it but I could hear him …. Now what did you do, Amy?
My Knight in Shining Armor came out and put the blade back on the arm. I told him maybe it’s a good thing this happened. What if I had been using the wipers and the blade flew off? I never did get a reply.
Not to be deterred, off I went to the gym. Here’s the proof: (My workout was challenging … I was focused!)
And when I returned home, hubby had to make sure I understood exactly how these wiper blades went on and how they worked so if this should ever happen again I would know what to do. I didn’t say it but he lost me after he drew the diagram of the steering wheel and wiper blades.
Truthfully, can any of you decipher what hubby drew? My brain cramped! 😬
Photography/ “Wiper Blade”/ January 2018©AmyRose
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2018, dear friends!