Thursday, June 7, 2012

'57 Chevy Bel-Air

The whole time I was growing up, my mom wanted my dad to try to restore an old car. Not for her, but she always thought that dad would enjoy it, taking something old and making it new again, and he always liked tinkering with cars and stuff. But we always had stuff going on, so dad never did. Mom gave up after awhile, though she did bring it up again after he retired and recovered from the cancer stuff. But Dad just wasn't ever really interested in it.

Not long after mom passed away, my dad found an old car and had it restored, 'Because momma always wanted to have an old car restored!' Well, sort of, mom always thought that Dad would get a kick out of restoring a car, not that mom really wanted a restored old car. But regardless, dad found an old junker and had a local auto restorer work on it.

It turned out beautifully, a candy-apple Red 1957 Chevy Bel Air. Dad is so proud of this car, he got a little plaque that said it was in memory of mom, and he took a picture of mom from high school and has it hanging from the rear view mirror in a frame. He took MSJ and me for a ride in it in Memorial Day.

He told us that he has entered it into 2 car shows, he won 7th place in 1 and 3rd place in the other, and he has plans to enter it in several more. In the end, having this car has opened dad's world a little, he's going out and meeting people, interacting and making at least acquaintances, possibly friends. He is just a whole other person than he was after mom died. I know that we won't ever forget mom, but I'm glad to see that both dad and I have gotten past the worst of the mourning. I can't really speak for my bro, since we don't really speak anymore. But that's a whole other post.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Klutz strikes again.

Last night I went to get groceries. Upon unloading the groceries at home, I had my hands and arms full, but I managed to get the last bag out of the car. I didn't want to have to come back out, so I used my first 2 fingers on my right hand to try and pull down the back gate of my car. I felt something snap in my wrist, and it hurt! But I didn't give it too much thought.  Until this morning, when I can hardly put any pressure on the wrist at all. I bought a wrist brace to help, but since I'm retaining so much fluid right now, my right hand is all swollen and puffy compared to my left hand. It's sort of funny, but a little painful!


Monday, June 4, 2012

Hello, a small rant, and then 2 stories

So, lately every day I've had something I could blog about, but I seem to have lost the discipline I used to have about this blog. I have decent things to write about, but I'm having a hard time sitting down and writing them.

This is my complaint about the country, and even the developed world right now. No Discipline. We do the easy thing. Congress passes short-term transportation band-aids instead of sitting down and doing the hard work of coming up with a bi-partisan, practical, budget friendly bill. Families are eating fast food because it's easier than finding recipes, making a list, going shopping, cooking meals, and then eating the left-overs. We just put things on our credit cards instead of saving money for a project and then not overspending on said project. It's too easy to do the easy thing right now. And there's no incentive to do the hard thing, the financially smart thing, the morally correct thing.  The Right thing.

Ok, off the soapbox.

In funny stuff, yesterday my husband was mowing the yard and brushed past the joint where the city water connects into the house. And Snapped the pipe off clean. Yes, my husband broke our water yesterday. With his mom and grandparents arriving on Wednesday. He thought he fixed it, but when he turned the water back on the pipe into the house hadn't just snapped, it had cracked. Too far into the wall to be fixable from the outside. So the plumber came in this morning and put in a whole new joint (is that the right word??). Yay! I told him, several hours later when he had regained part of his sense of humor, that I was really glad that it was him and not me! He would have never, ever let me forget it. He laughed, and agreed.

Along that same vein, I noticed on saturday at 3:30pm (the vet closed at 3) that Howler had an open sore on his belly between his back legs. So this morning I had to take him to the vet. $300 later, he has a puncture wound, but they didn't do an x-ray (which is ok, those are expensive!) so they aren't 100% positive it didn't puncture the abdominal wall. They put a drain in and we'll let it heal as an open wound, and we'll hope for the best. He's on heavy antibiotics, an e-collar to keep him from messing with the drain line, and house-bound for several weeks. In the summer. With the in-laws coming. Yay!

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