My dogs were even intimidated a bit over that thing.
My son works as a mechanic for a car dealership. Part of his job is doing the how ever many point inspection on vehicles that folks trade in for the newer, bigger, better vehicles. He has to drive them as part of that inspection. From time to time he will drive one home for lunch. That is what happened today.
I heard the dogs bark, once, then silence. Looking out the door I watched as this humongous truck pulled down the driveway. I knew it had to be my son as I don’t recall knowing anyone who drives a vehicle such as that big Ram truck. Don’t ask for any more details because even though he told me, I forgot. It was a truck, it was a Ram, it was a king cab and it was lifted. All I know. Oh, and it was diesel.
He was laughing because he said that as he pulled down our dirt road his seat, was even with the neighbor’s fence. As he pulled down by our yard, he was easily looking over our fence and not through. It has to be one of the biggest trucks that he has driven home yet. And like I said, the dogs only barked once, and that was before they realized it was him getting down out of the thing.
I asked him if he wanted something like that to haul his camper around and he said very quickly no. That was much too big for his purpose. Maybe a regular size but he swears his car can handle the thing, I hope he is right.
I asked him if he would walk up the drive and get the mail before he returned to work. I’m glad he went right after I asked because our stimulus money finally arrived. Why they sent it check form since the other was direct deposited I don’t know, don’t care.
Now I can finally pay off that bill I’ve been wanting to get rid of since Christmas and before. Vet bills are expensive and even more so when you use the card and can’t pay it off immediately. But the pups are worth it.
When I had asked him to get the mail, it was because I really didn’t want to go outside. Since the checks had arrived, that meant a trip to the bank. Which meant going outside. Which meant having to remove all the covering off my Jeep. Yeah, I have to tuck my Jeep in every time I park in the carport because the feral cats think its a good playground. Kitten tracks up my windshield are not cool.
I made it to the bank, got both checks deposited and decided I might as well head for the big box store to get more dry dog food and some of the cheap canned food for the feral cats. Yeah, I know, feeding them is why they are hanging around and playing on my car. Sorry though, no, I’m not. I can’t knowing let something go hungry. So, I’ll just keep tucking Star in every evening and try to figure out what to do about the cats later.
I’m immensely enjoying writing these posts.
It is a wonderful mental exercise. I have to stop and think, considering if this word or that really expresses my thoughts. I read and reread sentences to see if I have used certain words too often and if I need to make changes.
I get to do something I love which is research, to see if I can find things that will back up or maybe even better express what I am saying.
I am learning as I am sharing in some instances.
I have discovered more about myself and my personal thoughts and beliefs. While I’ve known what I believe, when those thoughts and beliefs are better defined, my beliefs are also more clear. I can speak better on the what and why. Even as I readily accept other points of view and knowledge. It may not change mine, but I understand their right to think and feel as they do.
It also gives me a more legitimate reason to sit in my chair, drinking coffee and staring out the window watching the cats play in the leaves and not on my Jeep. And for someone who does not like the cold of Winter, that is a good way to spend the day.