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Mary Ann Johnson (Null)
I have been off for awhile and missed a lot. Carla, you're leading the way to the 60's! I think I liked the other 60's that I lived in better ( maybe not, on second thought) The number of loved ones that have passed in the last couple of years is sobering. I figure as long as God leaves us here, we have purpose and He has a plan for us - all the more reason to live to the fullest and treasure family and friends!
I had a great Thanksgiving. I used to think my house was a good size - that was before I had 14 grandchildren running through! I do feel like the Old Woman in the Shoe, only they do go home at night. There may be one more on the way.... Anyway, my cup runneth over and I am truly thankful!
There was one life adventure that I wanted to have before my 60th and I recently took the opportunity. I have NEVER, EVER put air in my tires and thought it was high time ( and I was irratated with the" check tire pressure" sign in my car that blocks other information from showing up on the dash). That is the only way I knew my tire was low, cause I sure never think to look. Assuming that a car tire is just a big bicycle tire ( which I have learned to air up in the last few years), I pulled into the station and right up to the magic air machine, just like I knew what I was doing. ( This was after I drove across town to the only full service gas station and payed more to fill up, just to be told by the attendant that he did not have time to check my tires!) I removed the tire cap thingie and started to fill my tire, for a long time. I knew it was working because I could hear the air, but the tire actually started looking a lot smaller. Real small. So I went up to the nearest male representative and asked to be re-assured that I was indeed adding air, even though the tire looked smaller. His first question set me back, just a little. He asked if I had put money in the magic air machine! Who knew that they charged for air (I thought it was also a vacumn and it is common knowledge that one pays to vacumn)! My grown daughter (cowering in the car) produced 75 cents in change before I could fully appreciate my perdiciment. The male then took my pretty, metalic periwinkle blue tire guage ( which I was going to learn how to use sometime) and found that I had less than 10 lbs of pressure. That's probably not good and it sure as heck is embarrassing. I assured him that I function reasonably well in most other areas of life, but he didn't look convinced. But at least now, the driving direction and temperature can show up on my dash and all four tires have air! I'm good to go for awhile - maybe even to your party Bruce! Enjoy the rest of this weekend!
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