And So This Week Starts With A Monday

This is how my day started. Like many of you this morning, I went out to start my vehicle and let it warm up for a good while before taking off for work. And some of you have been here. Dead battery. Completely dead. Not a groan. Not a click. Not a single gauge light comes on. This thing is really most sincerely dead. And it’s a new battery. But I haven’t driven my rusty little Chevy for over a week. And I noticd that the glove box door is off. You see, my truck is held together with duct tape and wire, and last year the glove box door broke off. So, now, rather than opening it, you simply take it off to get inside. Well, I suspect that when it fell off, the little light inside came on….and stayed on until finally the battery was completely drained. Either that, or the poor little thing is just revolting against this unbelievably, never-ending cold snap in Western Colorado.

Well, I pulled my other vehicle up to my truck and hooked up the jumper cables. I tried  to start it. Click, click, click, click. At least it’s progress. To make a long story short, after about 30 minutes, the truck finally started up. Hurray!! What a sweet sound! So now I just needed to let it warm up for a bit and I’m in business. After nearly 10 minutes I go out to hop in and take off. I notice the temperature gauge. Though the inside of my truck is cold as Alaska ice, the meter is all the way to the top. Hot. Completely hot. Maybe the thermostat is stuck. Maybe I need to add anti-freeze. Maybe it’s just time to replace the 22  year old driving machine .Well, at this point, I just need to get to work, I will deal with this issue later-like when the outside temperature is closer to 50 degrees. So I take the other vehicle to work, leaving my wife at home without  wheels- and no way to get to an important appointment later today. Of course, I will get her there, and life will go on.

So then I notice the gas gauge is on empty. No problem. I’ll stop on the way in and pump some gas and enjoy the 9 degree morning air. Wow, the car is dirty. Let’s get a car wash. Good idea. So I get to work and climb out of the car, ready to admire my new wash job. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The bottom half of the car  still looks like it hasn’t seen the inside of  a car wash for a month. Didn't I just PAY for a car wash?

I’m sure glad Monday’s only come once a week.