Saturday morning in the life.
This morning we got up and went for coffee as usual, but with a slight "I don't want to go get coffee" protest before giving in and riding in the stroller. It was chilly. And none of our regular baristas were there (we missed you, Jocelyn and Missy!).
We came back, ate our bagels and drank our coffee and hot chocolate while watching some Nick Jr. and then we got ready for basketball at the Y. I think this is the last week in this round of classes, but I'm not positive, I guess I could check the schedule on their website but whatever. Alas, we missed today's session regardless.
I finally get Drew in the car and buckled in and put the key in to start the car. No juice. It appears that the battery is dead as a doornail that is completely and totally devoid of life. Bummer. Extra bummer is that batteries are *heavy.* Removing a battery from a car isn't the worst thing in the world, but they sure don't make it easy, either. So I throw the old battery in my backpack (*HEAVY*) and ride my bike with the backpack loaded down with the HEAVY CAR BATTERY to Sears, since we only have one car and it, like Gilbert Grape, isn't going anywhere.
I get to Sears and I explain the situation to The Auto Dude. He casually mentions that it could take 45 minutes to test the dead battery in my backpack to verify that it is, in fact, dead. I agree to it, since I do not want to purchase another battery if that is not the problem with my now gigantic paper weight of a car. Not 6 minutes later, Auto Dude comes back and confirms that the patient is dead and they did everything they could do but dammit Jim he's an Auto Dude not the battery messiah and would I like the Diehard Super Gold or just the regular Gold?
10 minutes and $94 later I'm biking back to my house loaded down with an even HEAVIER car battery. And most of this trip is uphill. And into the wind. I have a moment of blissful personal awareness and think, "Self, you are very out of shape. And this battery is HEAVY."
15 minutes or so after that I am bracketing the battery in place and re-attaching the posts to the terminals and tightening everything up. Presto, change-o, the car starts right up.
So endeth the tale of the Dead Car Battery That Was Sent to Recycling Heaven and the New Car Battery With Which My Car Now Runs.
We came back, ate our bagels and drank our coffee and hot chocolate while watching some Nick Jr. and then we got ready for basketball at the Y. I think this is the last week in this round of classes, but I'm not positive, I guess I could check the schedule on their website but whatever. Alas, we missed today's session regardless.
I finally get Drew in the car and buckled in and put the key in to start the car. No juice. It appears that the battery is dead as a doornail that is completely and totally devoid of life. Bummer. Extra bummer is that batteries are *heavy.* Removing a battery from a car isn't the worst thing in the world, but they sure don't make it easy, either. So I throw the old battery in my backpack (*HEAVY*) and ride my bike with the backpack loaded down with the HEAVY CAR BATTERY to Sears, since we only have one car and it, like Gilbert Grape, isn't going anywhere.
I get to Sears and I explain the situation to The Auto Dude. He casually mentions that it could take 45 minutes to test the dead battery in my backpack to verify that it is, in fact, dead. I agree to it, since I do not want to purchase another battery if that is not the problem with my now gigantic paper weight of a car. Not 6 minutes later, Auto Dude comes back and confirms that the patient is dead and they did everything they could do but dammit Jim he's an Auto Dude not the battery messiah and would I like the Diehard Super Gold or just the regular Gold?
10 minutes and $94 later I'm biking back to my house loaded down with an even HEAVIER car battery. And most of this trip is uphill. And into the wind. I have a moment of blissful personal awareness and think, "Self, you are very out of shape. And this battery is HEAVY."
15 minutes or so after that I am bracketing the battery in place and re-attaching the posts to the terminals and tightening everything up. Presto, change-o, the car starts right up.
So endeth the tale of the Dead Car Battery That Was Sent to Recycling Heaven and the New Car Battery With Which My Car Now Runs.