ATTACK OF THE ELECTRICAL GREMLIN
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.
WHAT’S FOR DINNER?
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.