My laptop died a year ago, and I started
using Bob’s – about 6 weeks ago, I noticed that Bob’s laptop was losing juice:
it started holding even at 54% charge; so, I’ve been leaving it plugged in ‘round
the clock, hoping to keep it alive long enough to track down and purchase a
replacement battery.
Hoping a replacement battery is available: I
really want to keep this laptop as long as I can. It is Bob’s laptop; it is a
tangible piece of the life Bob lived.
I do not want to replace this
laptop unless I absolutely have to.
So, this morning, I decided to take Bob’s laptop
into town and see about getting a replacement battery.
The sky was heavy with rain-saturated black clouds.
I drove to Office Depot, downtown, in the Triangle
Mall center.
As I was waiting in line to be helped,
another customer pointed out that overhead signs were indicating liquidation
sales. What?
Obviously, there would be no help
available for what I needed.
So, I got out of line and walked back to the
Highlander.
About then the clouds began to leak in
earnest with heavy drops of pavement pelting wet missiles: they had a decidedly
blue tinge to them. Office Depot was the last computer store in town – the other
had closed shop 3½ years ago. Bob had driven to Janzen Beach Mall, in Oregon to
buy the laptop I am hoping to find a fix for.
Darn it!
With Office Depot closing, the necessity for
me to engage in dreaded big city driving is becoming crucial.
Help me, Yeshua.
My thoughts started darting all over the
place … is there a computer store in Centralia? I’d rather risk the freeway
to Centralia, than Vancouver, Portland, Tacoma, or Seattle. I’d rather
avoid ALL freeway travel, but if I have to drive the freeway – I’d rather end
up closer to home, than further away.
Centralia is closer.
And the streets should be easier to navigate:
please, Elohim!
But, right now, the closest thing to what I
need, and who may be able to help me now was in Kelso: so, that’s where
I headed.
Along the route, I noticed several businesses
were setting up sidewalk sandwich boards announcing more liquidation sales – I was
not happy to see that. I honestly so not know if our great Nation can rebound from
the disastrous political games the demonrat governors have forced on The
People.
Washington State has struggled for decades
since logging and fishing was sidelined … the technological and eco-‘friendly’
businesses that promised ‘lots of job opportunities’ never caught on here; they
were quick flash-in-the-pan failures statewide.
And that empty-headed, black-hearted, goose-stepping
demonrat nazi party liner media whore, inslee, has pretty much destroyed our
economy, and our communities with all the asinine mandates he has ordered since
March of this year.
It was still raining buckets of water from overhead,
but I got some news inside that felt like warm rays of sunshine :-D
They can and will
order me a battery if and when I really need one … right now, I can continue
using the laptop “as is”, even at the mid-% holding charge; and when I asked if
they could retrieve pictures from the old hard drives Bob had hung onto, they
said they could – the service gal texted her partner to get me an accurate quote
of what to expect for prices.
While I was standing around and waiting for
the return text concerning the retrieval fees, I laughed when I saw this pic
tacked to the wall:
I left the store walking on a nice white,
dry, fluffy cloud 9.
I called my granddaughter, Alyna, when I got
inside the car. I wanted to let her know that I took her up on her advice, and
looked into a replacement battery – and had found a place that could do that
for me when the time came to get it done … I plan on doing that sometime in the
Spring of 2021: I am making plans that will include the necessity of a
replacement battery.
Everything was going well with the phone
convo: until my little grandson wanted to talk with me – I was okay with
that; Stacey was not.
As soon as Azariah said he missed me and
wanted me to come for a visit, I expected the interruption, and rude intrusion;
so, I was prepared.
It happened right on cue.
She can’t help herself.
She insinuated herself into the conversation,
tried to make me feel bad … and angrily ended the call.
Normally, I would have been reduced to tears,
wondering what I had done – and called back to ask why she hung up the phone:
pleading to be allowed to continue talking with my grandson.
But, things have changed.
I don’t care anymore what her reasons are.
When I heard dead air instead of Aza’s voice,
I surprised myself when all I did was just looked at the phone – slip it
into the dash niche; turn the ignition on and drive away.
I don’t care anymore what her fickle reasons are for treating me badly.
She has to live with herself.
She has to explain to her children why she’s
a miserable bitch.
I’m done.
I’m done apologizing for whatever imagined
slights she feels.
I’m done groveling to enjoy my grandchildren.
I’m done crying over the weight of baseless fickle
abuses she heaps on my shoulders.
I’m done trying to fit into a life she has
closed the door on.
I.a.m.d.o.n.e.
I am healing.
I decided I needed tangible comfort.
I drove to Country Folks Deli for lunch 😉
It was busy, but I found a booth and settled
in to wait for a waitress to notice me.
My waitress eventually found her way to my
booth, and I ordered a Black & Bleu Burger – I normally have a Reuben this time
of year, but a Reuben today would have had me thinking of the Reubens Alyna makes
in the German Deli she manages … and I didn’t want to have my emotions taken hostage
when I was doing so well at pushing the blackness away. Even though the perimeters
of my emotions were edged in blue, I did not want to be fighting tears in
public; I knew biting into a Reuben sandwich would do me in.
So, I steered clear of the Reuben, and got a burger.
Maybe I will be brave enough to make
the drive to get a Reuben made by Alyna’s own hands sometime in 2021 … maybe.
The Name of the burger fit the mood of the
bruising end of the earlier phone call, but it really is delicious; and I was
anticipating the pungency of the bleu cheese, tasty bacon, and grilled onions
topping: perfect food fare for a Fall day 😉
My lunch arrived – and it tasted as delicious
as it looks :-D
I’ve lost significant weight over 21 months’ time.
I’ve toned all of my body, all of 2019.
I am wearing clothes that were regulated to
the back of the closet and bottom dresser drawer for years because they were
too tight … now they are kinda loose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD8JfkD9jm8): I don’t think
today’s lunch will do that much damage to all the good …
I ate with a clear conscious 😉
When I got back home, I took the opportunity
of a break between rain showers, to go out and harvest everything that was ripe
for the picking:
And I called a window-washing-gutter-cleaning
business and set a time for them to come, estimate; and make an appointment for
a November cleaning. Bob was meticulate about making sure the gutters were
cleared and in top shape before Fall got too far underway; I’m trying to keep
to that regimen – but that moron, inslee, keeps getting in the way of things
that need to get done.
I also called another business to get someone
to come help me with my printer – the guy will be coming tomorrow to see what
needs to be done to get it up and running again. I hope it’s a simple fix he
will be able to do, without too much running back and forth between downtown
and here to get it running smoothly.
Bob would know what needs to be done; and he’d
do it.
I don’t know, so I need to hire someone.
The hired help will be spendy, but worth it
for my sanity’s sake – I am tired of asking friends and family that can’t find
time to free up time to actually be of any real help to me in my hour of need:
these things need hands-on-help … not phone convo guesstimates and no-show
frustration.
I’ve had 21 months of black and blue
interactions – my heart, my emotions, and my thoughts can’t take any more.
I really, really miss my Mr. Fixit man …
I love you, Babe.
Always ~ OX
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