Since, I wrote last, every window at the rabbitpatch, has been shut. I was caught completely off guard by the remnants of “Zeta” and so the thing showed up like unexpected company. Friday morning, before light, strong winds woke me. I was startled by their force and had not “battened down the hatches” nor stored a drop of water! I have got to do better about the weather reports. I have avoided the news for a long while. Sadly, I have lost faith in the accuracy of the headlines, but I did used to get a decent weather forecast.
Thankfully, the terrible wind was gone in a short while. At sunrise, those first long slanted rays, were born in stillness and revealed branches and pumpkins and porch rockers, strewn about the yard. The air was almost cold. That is why, I shut the windows. Since then, the air has stayed cool and a friendlier wind, blows constantly. I have washed every blanket in the house and taken advantage of my dear clothes line.
Since, I was home this weekend, and in the absence of my grandchildren, Halloween passed like any other day. . .unless you consider the moon. It was as bright as I have ever seen it. It drenched the territory in moonshine and transformed everything in to a thing of beauty. The cotton field behind me, seemed to glow. Saturn and Mercury were beautiful colors and always Venus shines. . . as does Mars. There was the big dipper right where I expected it to be, over the oldest barn. I stood there a while til the cares of this world dimmed.
With the clocks having been tinkered with, I was up extra early on Tuesday. I left for work and had traveled about a mile, when the car just faded ! The motor was purring, but the motion just left til at last it stopped, stranding me -and on such a lovely morning. Thankfully, I live on a rural road, but it is also “a cut through road” and like everywhere else I go, folks seem to be running late. The only way the car would go, was reverse and so I backed all the way back to the sanctuary of the rabbitpatch. Though, I didn’t have a single close call . . .I came in shattered and startled the boxer.
I called the school . . and then I called Tres. Tres is very mechanical. His personality is a carbon copy of my own dad. I knew he would guide me on my next move and what to expect. Daddy was an expert mechanic, but though I favor him and have many of his traits, I did not inherit a single bit of any mechanical ability. I did know it was the transmission.
I have always driven older cars and lawn mowers. I used to tell the boys, “there is trash in the carburetor” or “it could be the alternator” but I had no idea where such things were located. I asked Christian if he had any friend, who was a mechanic . . .any one at all? Of course, he did not, for his friends are all artists, chefs or glass blowers! Christian is a carbon copy of me.
To make this long story short, I spent all day trying to find a mechanic. Apparently, no one around here fixes a transmission, instead they just replace it. I had thought to put an old white towel under the car, and as it turned out, there was a leak. The fluid from the transmission on that towel, left me convinced of that. “Lord willing” . . .at the end of the day, I had found a mechanic, considered an expert, with Toyotas, willing to repair the transmission or replace it at half the cost of any one else.
Christian and I were both mentally exhausted, for we had spent the day way out of our comfort zone, weighing the costly decision, with little to go on. “Money does not grow on trees” at the rabbitpatch. It washes through like water and just like water, you just can’t hold it in your hands. I admit, that money has bothered me on many occasions and it sure did on this day. But, a few years ago, at the height of ” a storm” -It suddenly dawned on me, that no matter what came up, we did always come through it. . .even when it seemed impossible. . . and it was not due to the odds, or human logic, even. God does not care about the odds, it seems. nor the fallacy of human reasoning. I reminded myself of this every time a repair quote came in, that was at least a months’ wages. -and quite feebly at first, whimpering like a child. How awful it was to step into familiar traps, I thought. I reminded myself of all the earthly battles people are facing, fiercer than mine, til at last I felt ashamed and vowed to do better, As the light faded, Christian asked me if I was okay and I was able to say . . “yes, it is just a car repair, after all.”
I have never had too much interest in politics. I have little patience for the “double talking” . I do not tolerate “Silver tongues” amongst ordinary folks and I am sure politicians are born with them. . .but this is a different season. I have been an avid student for months, now of how the government works, the folks in office and those who want to be. As it turns out, just like my transmission, something is broken. Finding the truth, is like looking for that needle in the haystack. It is no wonder to me that folks are angry, for we are all feeling desperate, which is a terrible thing. We have become a suspicious nation, with good reason. The seeds of fear were planted with precision and grow as wildly as those thorned vines on the rabbitpatch. Frankly, I am bewildered at “the state of the union”.
I do not find pleasure in writing about anything ugly, but we have a “huge elephant in the house” and I can not ignore the dark shadow, he casts. “Time will tell” as it always does, what the next part of the journey holds. . .“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”.