I'd Like Your Take on This

 It's just us fellers here usually...and favorite fellers too, I will add.  I have something to mention about this morning's happenings to you guys and ladies. 

Well, knowing I was going to the car wash-- and you know how those blowers do blow, drying the car on your way out of the wash tunnel.  The past several months my windshield wiper blade, drivers side , sent up a b-i-g- "Hail fellow, well met" sign to me.  A long long piece of rubber stood straight up and wavered in the air proudly until the blowing stopped.  I was always afraid it would ruin my wiper blade.  

As it had been several years on those blades, I went to Advantage Auto Parts and asked for new ones and their free installation.  I told them the make and model of the car.  I asked for good wipers.  He quoted ones that were waaaaaay  too much in price.  Then I said "mid-range, please".  Do you know, that cost me $53.00?   Fifty-three hard earned dollars for two windshield wipers!  Last time a few years ago it was $20.00 apiece which I also thought was usurious.  Then, I went to a store for shopping and opened my trunk to get out a magnetic decal (a cat one of course) that I stored there during the car wash.  Kitties, there were several marks, scratches on the trunk deck.  

Here are two photos.  There are sparkles in the vehicle's paint.  The sun was shining hard on the car so it looks like something else is going on, but it's just black with a very subtle sparkle.  And you see the blue of the sky reflected too.

I went to ask them to come take a look.  They videoed the entire car.  I said anything else is not you all's fault.  Just this on the lid.  Hopefully I'll hear from them.  

This is the best car wash in the surrounding areas and in town!  

I don't care Mommy! Tuff.

Another Tornado Warning in the Middle of the Night!

My goodness...two weekends in a row with middle-of-the-night tornado warnings.  Nothing but hard rain happened right here, though we were included in the warning.  Only at the warning time, Katie wrapped up on my head (with a claw in my armpit). 

I was reminded last evening of a jolting time in Europe the second time we were living there. When we had gone for breakfast in a small restaurant within walking distance of where we had a room.  That set the stage for the awful time.  As always, heavy snow had fallen though-- not at that moment.  Just it was lying on the ground.  After getting back to the room, I was straightening up the room, the bed, and anything that needed tidying.  I had gone to the area where our very important things were kept and wondered where the per-diem packet had gone.  Which in turn started me looking for not only that but, but my passport..and my European driver's license.  My handbag!  All of those things were in my handbag! When leaving the room, the important things always went with me.  I was going to put them away again as I was back in the room and went to the place they were always kept to do so and I turned to get my handbag. 

It wasn't there!  I hurried all over the room, looked through and under things several times, and it just wasn't to be found.  I actually started sweating I remember...I was so scared.  Heart beating hard I went over where I had been.  Simple.  The restaurant.  But so had many other people been there.  And I had walked back to the room after breakfast.  

I grabbed the room key and flew out of the room, down the steps, out the door and into the snow to the restaurant.  I ran into the door of the restaurant and the owner came from the kitchen with my handbag in his hand.  WHEW!  I thanked him profusely in my broken version of the language. He pointed to my feet and I  realised then I hadn't any shoes on.  He knew why without me explaining.  I walked back (quickly I might add), and spent some time trying to get my feet warm.  The room, as were all the places I had ever been everywhere throughout Europe, was cold.  In the 50's ( had a thermometer) -with a small radiator against a wall doing nothing to help.  I spent so long a time in Europe, all the Countries, and I  was always cold.  But I was the "weenie" living in the Country I was in for  the months at a time that I was in it.  It all comes down to how you were brought up and what you're used to.  I more or less got used to it.

I had my first child there in that particular Country.  It was May 29th, and the leaves hadn't come out yet on the trees..but there WERE buds...and the delivery room's windows were open.  C-O-L-D.

The end result was, when we all three came back to the States, we were dressed in heavy overcoats, and it was hotter than blazes when we landed in Phila. (in July). From really cold to what we were no longer used to.  Must have been somewhere in the 70's looking back.  But to us, hotter than blazes.

OK.  Bored you to sleep again.  Just sayin' about times gone by that scared the hair off my head.  :-)