Monday, March 7, 2011

How Middle Child saves the day . . .


With Grampa in charge of Kiddo middle child and I left in the Ponti for our drizzly sojourn to PPAC. We arrived in fine state and I even managed to back into an easy out parking space at my favorite Snow Street lot. Blue Man Group was a lot of fun. We laughed, marveled, moved around and thoroughly enjoyed the performance. On our return to the Ponti I couldn't click to unlock the vehicle. Almost heart attack time. Used the key to open the door and the damn vehicle wouldn't start, nary a squeak. Daughter asked if I had left the lights on. I had to check. Yep, I had left the lights on. Boy did I ever get berated since the Ponti has an idiot proof system for the lights, an automatic light mode. In my pre Ponti days I used to turn on the lights on the Saturn whenever it rained and since it was sprinkling on our drive to Providence I automatically put the lights on thereby conteracting the auto light mode. So now we had a dead battery. The man in charge of the parking lot brought over his pretty old Chevy and jumper cables but it didn't work. Daughter called hubby who told her how to make things work so she expertly fiddled with the cables, got the headlights working on the Ponti and started it up. Phew, I decided I couldn't drive anymore and she drove us to The Corner Bistro in North Situate on Route 101 where we drank up heartily before having a beautifully prepared dinner. I really needed a double Black Russian but settled for one. Not certain how many more mess ups I'm allowed before Puppy's Pop sends me back for retraining.

Daughter also found and corrected a high pitched sound in the Ponti. I knew it was a loose window type sound that occured only at high speeds. I had opened and closed all of the windows and Puppy's Pop had removed the cross members on the roof rack but to no avail. Then middle child opened the moon roof, closed it properly and voilĂ , problem solved. Gees, I had forgotten it even had a moon roof and my very own jumper cables too. I figure that in about 10 years I should have all of the kinks out of the Ponti. My personal kinks may just worsen.

Just returned from Lowe's in Killingly where we bought the paint for the library. I have been banned from the upper storey. Guess I'll walk inside and listen to my audio book.

Quote: Call not that man wretched, who, whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love. ___Southey

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