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The especial genius of women I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency. |
Sunday, September 10, 2000
Two years ago: Praise and Blame
Three years ago: Curious Mixture
This morning Jack and I read the paper, and discussed my car troubles. I wish the Sunday paper would just dissolve into the air after being read. I'd found some reports on the Brickboard (a Volvo discussion board) about Volvo batteries not being so great. Jack said, "Let's just go buy a new battery, for a start." We considered going to Costco, but Schucks is closer, and Costco is bound to be mobbed on a Sunday aftrnoon. But Schuck's, the auto parts store in Belltown, didn't have the correct size, those weasels. This wasn't a purchase that we wanted to wait a few days on.
So we ended up going to Costco, after all. The traffic in that parking lot is a bear at the best of times, and it was fairly well gridlocked today. We couldn't just buy a battery, of course. I bought a car emergency kit, habanero-flavored chicken sausages, two cases of Simply Soda, and other odds and ends. I renewed my membership, also. What I want to know is, why didn't that berry flavored smoothie taste as good as I remembered? Probably because it's a cool, cloudy fall day, not a hot summer afternoon.
Luckily, it was just sprinkling on us when Jack installed my new battery. It took some doing to get it in, since the Volvo batteries are made to fit and the connections don't exactly snap on in the same way. He managed it, though. I swear I'm not a lame-o who couldn't do these things myself, but he helps me and I appreciate it. We ended up emptying one soda case so as to use the cardboard to hold the old battery. (Seven-eleven had no boxes to give me, those weasels!)
I let Jack sit in the drivers seat (though we didn't go anywhere) and I showed him the printout from FAME automotive. He exclaimed that I'd paid too much for what they did (sigh...) and that there wasn't info there about the compression, or other results of their testing (sigh, again...). So I should go back or email or call them and say my boyfriend wants to see that printout.
Jack took off home soon after, since he had things to do at home. And next weekend I won't see him at all! He's got a business trip to Atlanta coming up.
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I do like the care and consideration that Jack shows me. It's a good feeling! We look out for each other, I think.
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