I jinxed my car battery, and so …


now I have to reset the car clock again.

Winter woes reached an all-time low yesterday when I went out for my daily trudge to run the car. I suited up mightily since the actual temps were in the sub-zero category and it was still early, not that the sun was going to cast many warming rays on me anyway had I waited.

Feeling overburdened by my bulky down coat, I stood on one leg like a flamingo while putting on my high boots with the heavy lug soles … groan … lifting one foot, then the other. That accomplished, on the every-so-tiny cellarway landing, I slid my mitts on and then started to open the screen door and prepare to head out onto the frozen tundra.

Big problem – the screen door was frozen to the stoop. Well, that was a first …

Three hard pushes to no avail. I hesitated to push with all my might lest the door and me go flying and end up face down in the snow. Finally it opened. Whew!

But I needn’t have been so aggressive in my efforts to hightail it to the garage, for when I got inside the car and turned the key, the car battery was dead. It had made several gurgly sounds the last few weeks when I started ‘er up leading me to believe something wasn’t right but I took it for a little spin last week and it seemed better. The battery was not even three years old. Sigh.

I came in and reversed all the clothes piling-on process and called my go-to auto repair shop, not my auto club, and asked if someone could come Friday morning with the portable jumper. The portable jumper is necessary since there is only two inches between either side of the car and the garage frame and absolutely no room to move in the garage to access the battery. They said they’d send Leo as he’s been here several times when my Regal had electrical issues galore.

So, I was dressed and similarly suited up and ready to receive visitors at 8:00 a.m. this morning. I thought I’d try the side door so I could run out when I heard Leo pull up in the driveway. Again – frozen to the cement and this time it was unmovable. Nice! I ran to the front door, realizing I was going to have to be rescued at the side door since I was afraid pushing the door much harder on my side would tear the door from its hinges.

Leo arrived and he tugged a few times and rescued this poor damsel in distress so she didn’t have to come back into the living room in snowy boots. He told me to spread table salt on the pesky door stoop and the ice would melt quickly.

He assured me before we opened the garage door that all this week’s snow shoveling had worn him to the bone and he went to bed a few nights without eating dinner so for sure it would be a cinch for him to slither to the very back of the garage. Not so … he could flatten his body enough and thus had to push car out through the narrow door. He assured me he parked his van at the end of the driveway so the car would not travel into the street. Gulp. I watched as he put the car in neutral and it slowly coasted out of the garage on its own volition. He caught it in time, and zapped it. Voila … it started up right away. Whew!

He told me to drive the heck out of my car or else the battery would go dead again. I didn’t like those odds since I don’t like to drive in the Winter time, so, I drove down to the repair shop and got a new battery installed, thus thwarting any new Polar Vortex events down the pipeline wreaking havoc with the car … or my nerves.

I glanced at the car clock as I pulled out from the auto repair shop – oh for goodness sake – wrong, wrong, wrong! You might recall I dallied for 2 ½ years after the last new battery was installed to re-set the car clock, finally prevailing upon the dealership when I took the car in for the ignition switch issue in November. Now it is messed up again, thus I jinxed the battery by changing the car clock to the correct time.

Next, I went to Meijer to buy table salt and Prestone Ice Melt determined to make the door stoop smooth as a baby’s bottom instead of mounded up with bumpy ice. The people behind me at the U-scan were eyeing my purchase of six boxes of salt and probably thought I must eat alot of French fries.

Throughout Meijer the holiday of love was being celebrated – chocolate Valentine candy was everywhere. I gave up sweets five years ago, yet those gaily wrapped packages brimming with chocolate goodness beckoned me with their “come hither” look. I passed them by without batting an eye, though that chocolatey goodness would have assuaged this long week of travails and could have been downed in a heartbeat.

While looking for some ice melt product (a/k/a Plan “B” in case the Morton Salt didn’t do the trick). I noticed that once again Meijer was rushing the seasons just a bit. The shelves seem to bely how bitter cold the temps are, how high the snow is and just how ready we are to move into Spring. Instead of Winter products like shovels and snow melt pellets, it was birdbaths and Burpee seed packets. Rows and rows of gardening gloves and kneeling pads were across from the bug and weed sprays.

Who whispered in these fine folks’ collective ears that soon Spring would arrive?

Well, it wasn’t the Groundhog – that’s for sure.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to I jinxed my car battery, and so …

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    You worded your blog with enough ‘smiles’ and a little ‘aw heck’. I did enjoy reading it..Winter is the longest season we have..The other three months consist of spring, summer and fall.


    • lindasschaub says:

      Thanks Marge – I was silently stewing for most of the day – and then when I was driving to the allergist and to Southgate Meijer, the mechanic forgot to clear the battery voltage info and I kept seeing in the information window – 12.00, then up to 14.4 – I had to go back as I thought it was going wacky. After I got the car washed, I put it in the driveway to drip (translation freeze) before driving into the garage. Opened the garage door, came back and the battery light came on – said “to heck with it” and drove on it. I was a little apprehensive to go out this morning and run the car – thought it might have died again. I have about 40 more days to read the manual to change the clock – I had a cheat sheet for the Regal – heck who remembers something you only do 2X a year? I couldn’t remember when I was young and sure can’t remember now!


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