I had plans for today. I was going to go to the museum. I was going to see a friend, mail some letters, drop off a movie, buy groceries. Not today. Instead I went out to my car, turned the key and heard that deep silence and soft clicking sound that usually means only one thing- dead battery.
Thank goodness Gary was still home. He gave it a jumpstart with the other car. Even though it started and ran without any trouble, I just didn’t feel confident enough to drive it around town and risk having the battery go bad again. Obviously something is wrong with it. We just bought it in July. So…tomorrow when he is off we will exchange the battery.
Cars are like any other convenience in our lives. We don’t give them much thought as long as they are working and serving our needs. When they break down we suddenly realize how dependent we are on them. Luckily today I didn’t really need to go to town. Gary mailed my letters and dropped off the movie. We have enough groceries to last until Sunday. Tomorrow will be soon enough to shop.
Today I cleaned my two aquariums. I set up a third one and moved two goldfish into it because their tank was getting too crowded. I used to have five aquariums, but this house doesn’t have enough convenient outlets for me to set up the others. (And I don’t have a sink or cabinet at school for the one that used to entertain my students.) Well, one of my projects gets a checkmark! Done.
I also worked on an article, finished the current puzzle, read a chapter of Indian Yell by Michael Blake, and wrote a letter. Not a bad day. Just not the one I’d planned. Isn’t that the fundamental nature of life?