I got a letter from the Ford company saying my driver’s side airbag needed to be replaced at no charge. It was a recall. So I took it in and, naturally, with the car being a 2010, they found several other things that needed to be fixed not for free. All good.
They even found a shiny new matching hubcap to replace the one that’s been missing since about 2019. So shiny, in fact, that I will have to wash the car because it looks like a diamond lying in a pile of dirt and tree sap.
Since they needed to keep it overnight, I drove Dad’s truck instead. It’s a big, four door Chevy. I’ve had many vehicles over the years, but none of them has ever been a truck. I just don’t think I am meant to drive one.
I found it hard to park in a normal sized parking space, so I’d always park away from everyone else wherever I went. I also kind of felt like I was driving farm machinery. Sort of bobbing up and down like I was on a tractor.
And getting in and out of it! Getting out was much easier than getting in because there is a step. At least getting in there was something to grab so I could heave my considerable bulk up inside it.
All this to say, if you drive a pickup, I’m proud of you. Especially about the parking. I will be sticking to something smaller until the day they take my license away, which probably isn’t very far off. —kwc— I have two bones to pick. The first one is probably an old people thing, but I have a certain morning schedule on Sundays which involves me drinking lots of hot tea outside in my chair and no one talking to me while I do it.
I check the news, the weather, check on my friends, answer texts, play my word games. It’s heaven to me.
Sunday my schedule was interrupted, and I was livid! I guess I am just old and set in my ways. And I know I will get no sympathy from those of you with children. Especially young children which, thankfully, we are fresh out of at our house.
And the other thing is I got a message about something work-related at 12:41 a.m. on Friday night. Nearly 1 o’clock in the morning. Really? Again, I was livid.
Please don’t do that. —kwc— I’m compiling a list of Halloween activities for the kiddos to run in the paper as a handy reference. Please send me your church or organization’s plans so I can include them. —kwc— A very happy thing happened at Monday night’s city council meeting. La Vera Wade made a recommendation to the council to honor Miss Gertharine Green, the 104-year-old “Big Mama” who had a parade on her birthday last April.
East 3rd Street will receive an honorary designation as Gertharine Green Street in the near future. How cool is that?
Last year I was at the parade taking photos and chatting with her family members. KRXT’s Charlie McGregor interviewed her that day and the parade had lots of participants including the Rockdale VFD leading the way with one of their shiny, red firetrucks.
When the motion passed on Monday night there was a loud round of applause and even a few tears may have been shed.
Great idea La Vera. I can’t wait to take her picture under the new street sign!
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