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Monday September 25, 2006 at 04:00 pm
I contemplated naming this entry…I am Woman watch me muddle….but I chose the Definition of Empty. The reason for both titles will be obvious as I go on.
Today is picture day, I have a Dr. appointment, the DH is in Medford doing some deer hunting stuff and a costco run and the oldest son is at work in Smith River.
After getting the kids ready for school, hair washed and combed, shirts almost unwrinkled…I took them to school.
Driving back home my car stopped running….yes, I have learned the definition of empty in my new Yaris. I have NEVER run out of gas. I’ve flirted with danger, always letting the gas gage get to E and driving those few miles until I figured it was time to fill er up. But in this new Toyota Yaris, it doesn’t have a gas gage. Just a blinking series of lights. No buzzer, no bell, no little red pointer…just blinking lights.
I made it over the Railroad overpass and decided I should pull over before everything froze up and I was stuck in the middle of the road. OK…what to do. I started walking home. I figured it was about 2 miles and the sun was kind of shinning. I would get home, drive my DH’s old truck to the gas station, get gas, fill up the Yaris but then what I didn’t know.
I made the 2 miles in about 35 minutes, pretty good rate considering I was freezing and has to go to the bathroom. (No, I didn’t bring my cell phone with me…note to self, always carry your cell phone.)
Found the key to the truck, no battery. He took the battery out to go deer hunting. I rummaged in the shed and trailer, found the battery. I’ve never jumped a car, changed a battery or anything remotely dealing with that kind of thing. That is one of the reasons I’m married and have sons. Long story short, I got the battery in after searching for a pair of pilers, finding the owner’s manual and figuring out what positive and negative meant.
Drove the truck to the gas station, filled up the gas can, drove back to the Yaris and transferred the gas. Now what?
Queenie Von and her man slave King Will to the rescue. I drove to their house, they followed me back to the truck and home.
All in time for my Dr. appointment where they will be checking my blood pressure. This should be interesting.
Once again I’ve proven to myself that I am capable of doing things, following directions and taking the initative. If the truth were to be known, my DH has said for almost the whole 25 years we’ve been married, I will run out of gas. I don’t want him to have the satisfaction of this coming true, so I’m swearing y’all to secrecy. No telling Brad….Angela, that means you!