It's Saturday morning, I've got a list of things a mile long to get done before my mom arrives at Logan at 440p....bake the rest of the cookies, clean the rest of the house, get the guest room straightened out, try to finish the edging for the Burridge Lake Aran Blanket, shovel, go to the grocery store. Luckily, I have a wonderful and efficient husband who stepped up to bat when I got stranded at the grocery store for several hours when my car battery died.
We woke up to a wonderful winterscape that needed to be confined to neat piles next to either side of our driveway. After M and I accomplish this, I decided to venture out to the grocery store to try to beat the rest of the crowds and get back in time to accomplish the aforementioned list. When I went to start my car, I was met with some reluctance of the part of my batter. Figuring it was a fluke and was occurring because my car hadn't been driven and then was getting blasted by the storm, M jumped my car. Interstingly, it wasn't successful on the first jump and made a bunch of clicking noises that reminded me of a blown starter noise I have heard before on a long gone car of mine. Nonetheless, it started on the second jump, and I proceeded with caution to the store making sure that dear M had his phone on him while he continued shoveling.
Shopping happens, I return to the car and try to start, nothing. Not even the drruuuur drruuuur ruuuur of a battery trying to make things happen but not having enough hutzpah. I went back inside to call M and got his voicemail...I wait. I call back, same thing. I decide to call the dealership and luckily I'll be able to get in and get the battery changed...Thank god because I'm supposed to be taking my mom to a football game on Sunday. I call M again, same thing and then I started panicking picturing him lying face down in the snow from a random congenital heart condition he didn't know he had until this fateful storm. I decide to call AAA and am told it's a 90 minute wait...I keep trying to call M.
Finally, he calls me and it's apparent he hasn't gotten any of my messages by his calm, cool..."Hey, what's up?" What's up?? I've been stuck at the grocery store for an hour trying to call you every 5 minutes. Thanks to AT&T, our network was screwed up and he hadn't gotten any of the calls or messages and did not get them until about 7pm that night. He was calling because he was starting to get worried that it was taking too long.
He eventually came out and was able to jump me again at the store, take the groceries and go home, while I ventured to the dealership who thankfully got me in post haste to get that new battery.
Guess it's nature's way of telling me to slow it on down....in the end, my Mom's flight was delayed till after 8 and my husband took care of everything in my absence and all is good with the world.
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