Saturday started off not-good. Little did I know that it would get not-gooder.
The heat index was headed for 110 degrees. Hick was hobbling around with a bum knee, courtesy of his good deed for Former Backcreek Neighbors Nick and Bev. The Pony had texted me that he was sick, and calling out of work. So I started my day worried about them. Though Hick and The Pony might argue that they were each having a worse day than Val...
When I left for town around 3:30, it was so hot that my little Jack did not even get up from his dust wallow under the carport in the space that is usually beneath SilverRedO. He never does that! I was kind of worried about him. Even Scarlett plodded along the porch, rather than prancing. She turned up her nose at the treat of stale tortilla chips I tossed to her. I made a mental note to give them both some ice cubes when I got home. That might be a nice treat.
In town, the Liquor Store was out of the big jug of whiskey that I meant to buy for Hick's mixed drinks. The polite gal with facial piercings went to look on the shelf, and said, "Huh. We had one here earlier, but I guess somebody bought it this morning." (!)
My favorite clerk at the Gas Station Chicken Store told me that she had just talked to another lady who said she picks up pennies! Not news I was wanting to hear!
The line at DQ was non-existent when I went by to get scratchers from the Country Mart machines. Of course they were empty in three of the four slots that hold my $3 tickets. As I headed for DQ, I saw a line of seven cars. So no DQ pretzel sticks for me! Too hot to sit in line.
The skies that were sunny when I left home had somehow filled with angry purple clouds. A few raindrops sputtered down, but didn't trigger T-Hoe's automatic wiper feature. So I had to turn them on and take a few swipes to clear the windshield. I just missed my left-turn light by DQ, and had to wait. Between that stoplight and the prison two miles out of town, the temperature dropped 10 degrees. Then another 10 by the time I hit our gravel road. The winds were buffeting T-Hoe along the way. Then again, T-Hoe is nothing if not a big metal rolling box.
At the bottom of Hick and Buddy's Badly Blacktopped Hill, I encountered an obstacle.
Well. Ain't that a fine how-do-you-do? I was relieved that it didn't extend into the road, but was basically lying beside it.
That tree was not so spindly as it had appeared upon first glance. At least I could get around.
The farther I progressed, the more I saw how lucky I was that this behemoth was not across the road, blocking my only way home.
Sometimes, The Universe decides that it is better to place small obstacles in your path, rather that put you in the wrong place at the wrong time, and have a giant obstacle land on your T-Hoe.
I proceeded up the gravel road, and turned into our driveway to see a strange dog romping and barking with Jack, Scarlett, and Copper Jack. He might have been a Walker Hound, but looked less pedigreed, and more like a tall beagle mixed with a rangy shorthaired breed. I called Hick to see if he knew anyone with a dog like that. No.
While still on the phone with Hick, who had just arrived at the downed tree, I complained that my garage door opener didn't work. I've been begging him for YEARS to get me another one, or figure out how to put in a battery. Then in side-stepping blame as usual, Hick spoke the most chilling words ever:
"The electricity might be off."
As Hick was coming down the driveway, I maneuvered T-Hoe to sit in front of the closed door, still with room for me to get out without toppling off the back edge of the carport. I was walking around to the passenger side to get my purse and stuff, rain pelting down now with a vengeance, when my garage door opened and Hick walked out. He had gone through the people door and used the pull chain.
"There. Now you can park inside."
"NO! Then I'll be trapped!"
"I'm going to leave the door up."
He never does that. Thinks that garage needs to be hermetically sealed. And when T-Hoe is parked, the pull chain is over his roof. Which requires a young, at-home, Genius or Pony to climb up on the running board to reach it. Anyoo... I walked back around T-Hoe to drive inside, still getting wetter from the rain.
You might think the worst part of my day was over. But you'd be wrong...