slatten49 wrote:
I'm gonna' stick to Louis L'Amour, thank you! :mrgreen:
I'm a simple man. :wink:
Surrrreeee!! :roll: I must tell you, so that you don't continue to work yourself into such a tizzy in an effort to attain my level of "enlightenment" and, I rather think Sgt. Major will be as disappointed as moi, because I was beginning to think she was enjoying seeing you in such a "lather", to discover that alas, enlightenment might "perhaps" be somewhat overrated. Ahhhhhhhhh!!
Enlightenment did indeed yesterday make me become aware of the fact that halfway to the Amish, I had neither dash lights nor, more to the point and worse yet, headlights. So, I turned around, knowing that I had just driven 50 miles for nothing, but enlightened to know I would still be in one piece when I arrived home.
This morning, however, being enlightened did not ease my painful shoulder, after ramming the driver's side door with my shoulder because it was frozen shut as were all other pieces and parts of the vehicle that normally opened and I was ALREADY late.
Nor did enlightenment do a thing for me, when I began having difficulty shifting from Park to Drive, because after about the 5th time of hitting the shifter with my fist and then my forearm, they joined my shoulder in pain. This disillusionment continued as I drove, obviously now fallen from grace, when I discovered as I tried various methods of attempting to avoid "Park", found that while the emergency brake could be used to make this lovely Dodge van for sure not go anywhere, said van loved the power of not letting me go anywhere, and for one brief moment in time, refused to release me from its lethal grip. I wrenched other body parts as I contorted into a pretzel to torture that emergency brake into behaving. That was when I called my husband, and as calmly as I could manage, desperately attempting to visualize my former state of enlightenment at that point, inquired whether our lovely mechanic had attained enlightenment as well as to "why" the truck had gone on strike. That is why I was driving the van that hasn't been driven forever instead of my trusty truck in the first place. He stated that after putting the truck on the computer multiple times, getting multiple readings, he and our mechanic had come to the conclusion that the truck was channeling "the many faces of Eve." So glad they enlightened me, I am.
My husband has now told me I am not allowed to borrow his Blazer. It is obvious that he needs to work on achieving a higher state of enlightenment!! :? :mrgreen: