It wasn't the car alarm going off in the garage that awakened me in the early hours of the morning. That experience happened yesterday afternoon. Truth be told, from my perspective, the General was making more noise than the car alarm. I couldn't hear it, but she was coming through loud and clear! She somehow thought I was responsible.
She isn't clairvoyant, but she asked: "What did you do?" She doesn't think I do magic tricks, she just thinks I'm careless. I obviously was the guilty party. The key to the car was in my front left pants pocket along with an assortment of other things including my money clip, loose change and peppermint candy. Okay, so I have a sweet tooth.
Because of the two injured finger on my left hand, digging into my pocket is a slow and sometimes painful process. Faster than I could say, "abracadabra", I dug deep with my thumb and index finger and retrieved the key, clicked the open button and the sound of the car alarm became only a memory.
Sound is a big issue with the general. Yesterday, she didn't like the way the car sounded. She was the designated driver since I have an orthopedic boot on my right foot. I had no idea what she was talking about. Even with hearing aids, I can seldom hear it thunder. The General on the other hand comes through loud and clear. The car didn't sound right to her and she intuitively knew I was responsible.
We weren't playing "I spy", but she figured it out. I say she figured it out. It was right before her eyes on the display screen. It read, "Sports Mode". Don't mistaken the General for "The little old lady from Pasadena". I can hear the sound of Jan and Dean rolling around inside my head:
The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go)
Has a pretty little flowerbed of white gardenias
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
There's a brand new shiny red super stock Dodge…"
The General is not to be mistaken for that gal. Okay, so apparently, I activated "sports mode" the night before when I was driving with my house-shoe on rather than boot. I was attempting to activate the automatic dimmer switch.
I awakened this morning to the sound of windchimes on the back porch. It was not a melodious sound. There were no intermittent periods of silence. I decided fixing the problem was outside my pay group. Jesus had the ability to calm the wind. I am powerless to pull that off.
All My Best!
Don
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