I had so much hope for today. You see, it’s been bitterly (and dangerously) cold for several days. So, this is just the type of weather where I like to curl up with a book or Netflix and ignore the world when I don’t have to go to The Day Job.
The morning started off great. I began tearing my kitchen apart to deep clean it. Until I got to the point where I needed to run quite a few dishes thru the dishwasher (or do them by hand) and decided to shower while waiting for the first load to be done in the dishwasher.
Then, as I was getting out of the shower, Daisy Doodle started barking. I assumed someone was at the door. But, upon opening it, I realized that it was the shitty after market car alarm someone prior to me had installed on my Camry.
I hate the alarm. It seems to have a mind of its own and I don’t use it. I tried turning the alarm off with no luck. I tried starting the car to turn the alarm off. No Luck.
I decided to unhook the battery as a temporary solution. But, it’s -30 with the wind chill outside and I don’t know where the tools I need to do it are. Oh, and the grill of my car fell off in my hand when I unlatched the hood. It’s THAT cold!
I went and got another of our vehicles to jump the Camry. But, there are no cables in that vehicle and I couldn’t find the emergency kit I usually keep in mine.
I searched thru the carport (remember, it’s -30 out) and went inside to the garage to look after not finding them outside. I repeated this a few times.
I searched where I thought I might have stored the emergency kit in the house. Again, no luck.
After about 45 minutes, I spy the bag in a corner and rush outside to jump my car . . . the whole time the alarm has been going off). I get the cables hooked up to the truck and then remember I don’t have a hood prop for the Camry. I found something to prop the hood up and discovered I needed about another foot of cable.
I decided I could just squeeze a couple of feet closer with the truck if I move the trash hopper out of the way. But, the trash hopper was frozen to the ground . . . naturally.
I inched the truck forward as much as I dared and FINALLY had just enough cable to reach. I hooked it up and managed to get the alarm turned off . . . but the car still wouldn’t start.
I gave it a few minutes (I was an idiot and sat in the cold car instead of the warm truck) and tried again. Still no luck. Just clicking.
Out of frustration, I went in the house (leaving the whole car issue just as it was) and started a load of laundry and checked on the progress of the dishwasher . . . and smoked a couple of cigarettes.
Went back outside, turned the key and the car started! YAY! Now I just have to figure out how to get the grill back on my car later.
For now I’m sitting in the warmth of The Barn with the Camry running outside. There’s laundry in the washer, the dishwasher is almost ready for another load and the smell of the ham I put in the crockpot this morning is making The Barn smell yummy!
But, the whole time I was working on the car thing, I couldn’t help but wonder . . . why am I living somewhere that the air hurts my face?
Peace, Love & A Second Pair Of Socks
Hoosier Barn Chick