I’m not sure what specific ‘bug’ was lurking around the courthouse but since I’m still trying to fight this thing off for over 2 weeks now, I don’t think this is something I’d want to look at too closely under a microscope. It’s mean and nasty that’s for sure and just when I think I’m getting my pins back under me, it sneaks up and smacks me upside the head.
I’m of an age where I no longer have guilt feelings about a dirty house or windows that need cleaning. So the good part of ‘having’ to rest up is being able to read to my heart’s delight. I finished off Richard Clark’s, Your Country Failed You; The Last Minute, Jeff Abbott; Bad Faith, Robert Tanenbaum, Guilt by Degrees, Marcia Clark, 11th Hour by James Patterson; and am now enjoying the latest by my favorite author, John Sandford, Mad River. Although I haven’t felt inspired to update my own blog, I’ve been following all of you and been enjoying my free trip to Germany courtesy of Backroad Journal and loving a great vacation in Europe via Bam’s posts. Thank you ladies, I’m enjoying my free vacations very much.
But, the sun is finally out and I was ready to put on my out house clothes to venture out except for one little problem. My car is as dead as a doornail. It’s been cold, but not kill your battery cold and I did drive it a few days ago but as my husband was trying to jump start me, the light bulb went on over my head. Literally. That would be the little overhead light that can be punched on by a certain big ol’ Berner head when said Berner stands on the console sticking her head out the sunroof. Unfortunately the attempt at jump starting just resulted in the little bulb to flicker and did not get my car started. Lucky(?) for me, I already had an appointment at the Mazda dealer for Tuesday to replace my brakes and rotors so it was just a matter of having AAA tow my car over there a day early. Tell me – do all tow truck drivers have naked ladies painted on the side of their cabs with comments like “support your local hooker“? Maybe it’s a local union thing where they all support each other, I don’t know but he did take my car and was very careful to not scrape the front fender pulling it onto the truck bed.
Maybe this time I’ll learn my lesson about checking that overhead light since this is the second battery Lola has killed on this car. Maybe I’ll just remove the bulb and not worry about getting in in a dark parking lot. Who would be dumb enough to hide in the back of my car with a 90 lb. black bear taking up most of the space?
Anyway, feeling low and having a dead car set off cravings for some comfort food. I had my husband buy the best hunk of roast beef the store had. Although I can’t call this a recipe, I did rub it with a little bit of oil, minced garlic, some oregano and basil then splashed Worcestershire sauce on top. Asparagus and some smashed potatoes with gravy from the beef drippings and I felt a lot better. And, I have been listening to those of you who say to let the roast rest before cutting. That in addition to making sure I didn’t forget that the roast was in the oven made for a very juicy and tender piece of meat.