you might have heard a loud cackle coming from Marvel Hill
- even from several hills over.
See, My Internet died.
And well, when I went out to jiggle the cord...
I discovered that the car battery was low.
Of course, no Internet.
To say nothing of not going anywhere in the car.
(are you following all this?)
So naturally I did what any self-reliant woman would do: I called my husband.
After an educational conversation, I went in search of the battery charger.
And I found it!
...In a very random location;
so when I did... I gave a hoot. "Ahhh-HA!"
Then grabbed an extension cord which was plugged in to a generator at one end.
At the other end... there was a maze and a tangle, and a downright character-building mess.
But I undid it.
That's when I crowed:
"Not to be foiled YET, you trying little problem!" (said I.)
As I walked the length of cord toward the front of the house where my dead van was parked,
I wondered, wondered, wondered... would it reach?
I could tell it would be close, so I figured probably not.
But in a spirit of determination I kept walking and tugging on that cord.
It REACHED MY CHARGER!
-And that's when I laughed out loud in amazement. "We'll I'll BE."
Do you know that it's been several years since I last opened the hood on my own car?
It's a European-made vehicle, and I did wonder if I could figure it out.
(I've never [ever] claimed to be mechanical.)
When I finally mastered my own hood latch, that's when a cackle escaped.
I'm not embarrassed. I even considered my neighbors, but you know?
I'm pretty sure that almost anyone on this hill would appreciate overcoming a little obstacle like I did today.
So I cackled pretty loud. ...And longer than was positively necessary,
but that was because I could clearly identify which was the red side of the battery and which was the black.
I'm not mechanical, but I'm no dummy.
I knew that was an important (and life-sustaining) detail.
After that, it was all downhill.
I knew the battery would charge;
I knew the van would start;
I knew I'd have Internet by the end of the afternoon.
And I DID!
You must think it confounding and rather mind boggling that my Internet was dependant on...
all that adlepated hooliganism.
But understand something now:
We live pretty normal lives up here on the Hill, but it' IS an adlepated, Jerry-rigged kind of unconventional.
Makes life interesting,
Builds character, confidence, camaraderie... occasionally consternation.
But we like it. And most days it's just "our kind of normal."
This post is a confession however, for me to say
that every once in a while, when "our kind of normal" comes up and my mechanical hero isn't here...
When I thought of being a mom, I never dreamed of THIS! ~Five heart melting smiles ~never getting tired of midnight feedings ~having all the answers ~not minding dirty faces ~enjoying watching the boys eat! ~falling in love with pigtails ~appreciating overalls ~appreciating a washing machine! ~wanting to do everything better ~falling in love a million times