July 2007 – Letter from Camp Massannutten
The water park wiped me out. My face is red and my head hurts.
Somebody over top of our hotel room sounds like they are flipping
over furniture or something.
Never fear..Donald and the girls are going to investigate.
Tip:
If your home is over 1,500 square feet with at least 3 bathrooms, I
would not advise moving into a hotel room for five nights with three
kids two queen beds and a fold-up rolling twin...4 Teddy bears, 10
packs of oodles of noodles, and a box of corn flakes..
Its interesting how Kendee can rotate throughout the night between
three beds yet only pee in one.
Donald is back from his investigation. The girls said he started
knocking on doors until someone answered (at which time - KeeKee
said --run).
The culprits apologized for their kids jumping off the beds for the
last three hours and confessed that they did not know other people
were in rooms under them.
I guess they thought they had the hotel to themselves.
Donald is in second heaven...This reminds him of his childhood when
the whole family stayed in one hotel room and this mother packed the
fried bologna and mustard sandwiches.
September 2007 - Marriage, Money, My Husband and My Car (4 eemmms)
I don't want Donald to think I am keeping count of how many times my
car has broken down in the last two months. Because I have not. I
really have no idea how many times it has been. Except I know its
been more than once.
The first time I broke down I was at
the Food Lion near the bridge and somebody told me water was gushing
out of my car. The engine light and the temp light came on and I
skated to the church. And waited 2 hours for Donald to take me home.
I had a nice talk with a guy named Joey about joint pain while
waiting. The car was towed. Donald worked on the car in the driveway
and said the fan was now wired to run at all times and said it was
fixed.
The second time the car broke down, it
was at night. I was coming down Jefferson Ave. Not a problem. I
pulled into this Mexican restaurant and waited for Donald and the
girls to return from Richmond and they picked me up in Clifford,
Donald’s big red SUV. The engine light had come on.
Donald had the car towed and took the car down the road and pulled
it into the driveway of some guy who fixes cars underneath a shade
tree on a street off Mercury Blvd. The shade tree guy was not there
so his shade tree son worked on it. The son-of-a-shade tree mechanic
said it was fixed.
Seriously though, I really don't know how many times the car has
broken down except I know it probably has been more than twice.
The third time the car broke this summer,
I was at the kids school for summer tutoring. The car door would not
shut. No it was not broke. I can't count that. But who’s counting
anyway.
Then there's yesterday - The fourth time.
I dropped the car at the shop because they were talking about
hurricanes on the news and I insisted with Donald that the car be
put in top working order immediately.
They worked on it from 8am to 2pm. I told the man to fix the car so
that it will go to Massannutten if it had to. Donald paid the man
$300.00. He then gave me $10. I picked the kids up from school. The
car stopped on Pembroke Ave The oil light came on. Two guys pushed
me into Taco Bell and the girls and I had tacos and pepsi with the
$10. Donald arrived in 40 minutes. I had approximately $1 left. He
had the car towed back to the shop that had his $300.00.
This morning I said nothing about the car. Donald took the kids to
school in Clifford the big Red Truck. He told me he was taking me to
the car shop. I went and picked the car up. The same guy said a new
wire he installed yesterday was broke from the factory. I drove home
and stayed until it was time to pick the girls up at 3pm and came
directly home.
Seriously though, I really have no idea how many times the car has
actually like left me stranded. Maybe once or twice. Who knows?
My Car continued... September 25th, 2007
The car has not left me stranded in two weeks now. We won. But
today I sensed that Greenie (the loud green colored Dodge Van) with
an attitude found another way to get her point across. It is in the
form of a squeal - a gut wrenching squelch that causes the
neighbors to turn their heads as we enter our driveway and the
parents to do a full 180 degree neck rotation as I pull up in the
drop off line at the elementary school.
When coupled with the large white smoke cloud that blows out
the tail back, there is no need for our carpool number when I
drive around to pick up the kids, everyone including the
church members know we have arrived five minutes before we get
there.
I decided to
ask Donald about the white smoke cloud once more to determine what
could be done. His reply, "ah ya dad said use a heavier weight oil
and I tried that. Now this other guy said we can rework the
cylinders for $1,000 but that may not work. Now this other
dude.."
"You mean
the shade tree mechanic or his son?"
"No this is another guy, he said maybe its
something with the way they made that engine and there's nothing we
can do. But the smoke should only come out when the car is cold.
Once the car warms up the smoke should stop."
I had to ask the question, "Honey, its been warm all
summer and the white smoke has been coming out of the car. The car
was definitely warm. You must mean the car has to like just run for
maybe 20 minutes and then the smoke will stop."
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