Garry was on his way to visit his brother in New York. He got a late start … too much last minute stuff, too much time checking email and sipping morning coffee. When finally he got on the road, it was almost noon. He was a couple of miles from home, heading for the Mass Pike, when the electrical gremlin hit.


The right side rear window went down and refused to go back up. Finally, after some wiggling of switches, the right rear window closed. But the left one promptly went down and refused to rise again.

Why? Who knows? The mystery electrical gremlin, the bane of modern computerized cars had struck. It has happened before. For no reason.

Garry called and said he was coming home.

When the car was in the driveway, I went down to see if I could convince the system to reboot. I opened and closed windows. I jiggled switches, turned things on, turned stuff off. I turned the engine on, off, on.

Locked and unlocked the doors. Eventually, the gremlin was exorcised, disappearing as mysteriously as it arrived.

Garry had enough.

“I know how to take a hint,” he said. He called his brother and rescheduled. Next week is looking good.


My enthusiasm for cooking is at an all-time low. I’m not sure why, but it may have something to do with 45 years of cooking meals for husbands, children, family, friends … even myself. But, like it or not, dinnertime arrives everyday.


I am left staring into the freezer wondering what to defrost. We just went shopping, so there’s a choice. My fallback position is frozen pizza, but we’ve eaten too much pizza lately.

As I stood there pondering, a package of frozen Italian-style turkey sausage flew out of the freezer and landed at my feet.

“Okay,” I said. “Got it. We’re having pasta and sausage for dinner.”

I too can take a hint.

9 thoughts on “TAKING A HINT

  1. That would never happen with my manual windows (or if it would, I’d get mighty scared)… but even my ’98 car has a computer that had its gremlin trouble before. A year after I first got it, it would randomly kick into high idle while I was driving it… making trying to stop a whole lot of fun. After three trips to the repair shop, they finally realized the issue was a wire in the computer shorting out when it would get wet (I’m the one who noticed it was raining each time it happened). I’ll bet Henry Ford never had this problem…

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    • All-electric cars are so vulnerable to computer problems. This isn’t the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last. The PT Cruiser doesn’t HAVE manual anything in it, except door latches. If the windows go wacko, you just hope you can convince them to get back to business. Over-computerization is killing us. Our OTHER car is totally manual. I think it will last forever. I sure hope so!


    • I have an ’02 Pontiac (Yellow) Sunfire which is “my” car. But we used it on our recent northern New England trek, logging lots of miles. It has manual windows and is great on gas. But, alas, there’s something “amiss” which limits it to local use right now. So, it’s the PT Cruiser with automatic windows, etc. Hope the gremlins give me a pass so I can make the LI trip next week.


  2. Do you think the Sausage was tired of being in the freezer, and just wanted to be something to somebody? That it’s leap to the floor was really a cry for help? 🙂

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    • Have you considered a second career in the psychology of frozen food? I think you have something there, It was a mad, crazy leap for those turkey sausage … an act of desperation and a clear cry for help. Is cooking … help? Or the final, suicide of a once proud turkey?


    • Maybe the Gremlins were psychic or “physic” as Lew Harper might’ve said. I’ve been battling some kinda bug that began later that day. It’s still with me/us. Do I owe the Gremlins a co-pay?


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