It was an interesting day. And a dull day. Both.
Last night ended with me not being able to crank my truck.
I would turn the key, and it would just make a noise like, “e-e-e-e-e-e-e.”
So, as the typical guy who knows nothing about engines, I got a hammer out—this is where you laugh. Or cry—popped the hood open, inspected the engine as if I knew what I was looking at, and beat on the battery connectors.
I then dropped the hammer to the ground, rubbed the sweat off my forehead, clapped the dirt off my hands, and shut the hood, feeling like a man who had just done something great.
I got back into my truck, turned the key, and, “e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.”
I went inside and went to bed.
This morning, the truck cranked right on up. It was fine.
I took it by “AutoZone” and had them check it for errors, but they found nothing.
It is time for an oil change, so I’m going to take it in on Monday.
The place I use is closed on the Weekends.
I drove the truck several times today, giving it every opportunity to “mess up,” and it didn’t.
At one point, while driving, I took my hat off and said, “Father God, Sir, if you fixed my truck, Thank You.”
Later, I came in to nap.
I put the TV on a Documentary. Documentaries are great to nap to.
I put it on World War II in Color.
Around 7 pm CST, a storm came up, and it began raining.
“April showers bring May Flowers,” I said to myself.
I am now watching a Movie called “Freud’s Last Session.”
I don’t believe it’s a true story.
It’s about Sigmond Freud’s meetings with C.S. Lewis shortly before Freud passed away.
At least, that’s what it’s about right now.
That reminds me: I need to put the hammer back up.
That’s all for now.
Love you,
–Lynn
