My dream last night was about Bob. Usually, when I wake up, my dreams fade away, but not this one.
It started with me looking up at our home. In the dream, it was a brick home, though we had never lived in a brick home.
There were a few loose bricks at the corner of this house and Bob was going to fix them.
But fixing two bricks wasn’t on Bob’s itinerary. In my dream, my husband had a sledgehammer and was banging away at an opening in the wall, making way for a large window–if there was a job to do, Bob could always make it bigger.
All I remember thinking in the dream was that he shouldn’t be working so hard because he was a sick man. Still, I let him bang away because working made him happy.
Memories of Bob pop up often, now especially. It’s spring planting season and farm machinery is moving up and down fields. I expect Bob is watching from above, cheering on our neighbors and hoping for a better season than last year.
I know I’ve washed the kitchen floor in the past, but when I don’t exactly remember… It’s only me here after all.
Today, I ended my moratorium on floor washing.
As spring rains arrived, Sunny dog left tracks on the linoleum before I could stop him at the door. He was in a hurry to have breakfast and didn’t care about wiping his feet.
I bit the bullet, moved table and chairs, and mopped the floor.
No one will see my work, as no one comes into my house these days. It still is a good feeling to get this done.
The next time Sunny comes in with wet/muddy paws, I’m going to make sure I catch him and wipe his feet. It was my fault that he decorated the kitchen floor with his footprints. I need to be faster with the dog towel. After all, Sunny doesn’t care if the floor sparkles or not when food is on his mind.
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Russell asked me if I had gotten the cart going. When he first asked, I hadn’t even tried turning the key to our maintenance golf cart. Well, yesterday I turned the key.
There was nothing. No buzz, no gage movement, not a flicker of light. The directional signal had been on all winter, sucking power.
The battery was drained. It was time for a charger.
I took my time connecting the charger to the terminals. First, I made sure which was positive and which was the ground. Once the positive and negative signs were visible it was easy to snap on the charger clamps.
After a couple of hours charging this old battery, the cart did buzz. After a few more hours, it almost acted like it wanted to start–that made me happy but not excited.
I’m still scratching my head, trying to get it to pop.
What I think is the best thing to do now is to get a new battery.
The new addition will come in the near future, but until then I’ll keep trying to encourage the cart to roll again.