How it goes here. Nothing happens till it DOES.
We had left the Goat Boat hitched to the Toyota truck Sonny. In case. Then time went by. A few weeks ago i saw that a tire was VERY flat. It was noted all around. I can't get the Goat Boat off the hitch myself and that was necessary in order to jack up the truck to get the flat off. Suddenly Saturday everything went into motion, the spare was taken for a replacement and 5 tires bought, 4 that had to be ordered by the tire people. Sunday it poured. Jenny came after work yesterday, Alyssia arrived and it went from there...
the hitch was balky coming off requiring a variety of tools to get it done. Emrie is there. New Nana says...where's the tire iron and Emrie repeats...tire iron and i get it and hand it over to Emrie who carries it to N N. not working. Emrie squats watching. Cheater Bar...Emrie repeats, Cheater Bar and i find. hand to Emrie who carries to NN and resumes her squat. We need a big screw driver...Emrie repeats, big screw driver i go to house Emrie follows i get from tool box in back room Emrie wants to carry i point out it's sharp and she needs to point it Down. Ok she says and takes to NN. By the time the Goat Boat is unhitched it's become Dark. Emrie becomes responsible for flash light...one of her favorite things. If you touch where the light needs to be she actually is way better than i am at accomplishing illumination. Focused. My mind drifts and the light wanders off into the trees...not her.
it takes a while to stamp off the lug nuts on the tire. Jenny holds the cross, Alyssia puts her weight into it. Emrie says my turn and takes her turn exactly replicating her mother's every moves. Finally....tire is off, spare is on.
to make a long story less long, the Goat Boat is undone and rolled back by hand, a 4 X 4 to act as a block to a Free Roll into oblivion, just enough and they want to do more but i'm DONE and say ENOUGH! and Emrie repeats...Enough!
and they go away.
Today i go to the tire place and have 4 new tires set and balanced and aligned. While waiting, sitting on the curb, with Tay, a street lady joins us, sitting down, maybe 8 ft away. She doesn't look in my direction. Tay is anxious. I say....Dog isn't used to cities. Lives on a hill. She, still just staring ahead, says....we're good. I watch the tire guys. there are 3 and they talk as they work, i can't hear them but see one of them patting Sonny's hood. When the young one brings him around i say...He's a Great Truck and he laughs and smiles and says Yes, has Great pick up, i'm impressed! Nice! We feel proud. We whiz home, driving like Indians in New Mex...in my mind i listen to Indian Car....YOU CAN HEAR IT...UTUBE, INDIAN CAR...GO HEAR IT, Keith Secola
Back here, i pause. Just inside the Gate. Breathe. Review all i need to remember about getting where i want to get. Keep Going. Don't stop ONLY in first gear...resist the urge to shift into second. The Goats WILL move out of the way if you keep going, as will Talkie. Take that final hill wide and keep a sensitive exceleration. Only as much as you need. Only that much. If it doesn't work, stop. Roll back. Wait. Breathe. And try again at a different angle.
and we did it. Smooth.
i was rewarded by a lot of MAIL i'd picked up. This from Joanne.
