The car won't start. Dead as a doornail. (And hey, what exactly is a doornail...???)**
I look at Nick, he looks at me, then he gets out of the car, lifts the hood, does some tinkering and discovers my battery is a complete goner. I had no red light warning, saw no change in the gauge, but the thing is toast. As I'm slightly stressing about the situation, Nick says, "Well, the car couldn't have died in a better place." And because he's totally right, I just resigned myself to the inevitable and let him rescue me...again. Course, he knew right where to go for the new battery, even got me a discount, and an hour later we're back on track and off to Lowe's.
[Have I mentioned already that I'm anticipating imminent dumpage? Seriously. The Blazer has run like a dream for years--yes, with regular maintenance--and yet in the past two+ weeks,
Anyway. We get to Lowe's, and although I've just spent the light fixture money on the new battery (holy crap they're expensive these days!), he was right: the lights are really great...and they're on sale. So what the heck, I buy three--to go over the kitchen sink and counters--and with his usual attitude of no time like the present, we have lunch, get back to my house, and...
My wonderful new lights...
There will be three more on the other side of the kitchen to light up the stove and counters, though Lowe's was out of the hanging part of the fixture so they had to be ordered and won't be in until next week--a delay I'm fine with because, honestly, what with all the car rescues and stuff, I'd really like the man to just come to my house and not do any work.
The West Coast is having a record-breaking heat wave, running from Anchorage, Alaska to San Diego, California. That's 3,750 miles--give or take--of blistering heat, forest fires and temps in the high 90s and low 100s. Friday will hit 103 here, in southern Oregon, then for the next three weeks, most days will hover right at the 100* mark. It gives me brain fry just to think of it.
It's too weird having deep August temperatures in June. My only hope is that by actual August it will be October weather as we seem to be at least six weeks ahead of normal this year. Unfortunately, I fear this could be shaping up to be the Summer The West Coast Burned. I don't know when the unrelenting drought will end...or maybe this will be the new West: deserts, dust devils and fire. It's frightening. And probably not the time to be living on a mountain, surrounded by forest...just my luck.
Still. While I'm laying on the cold Italian tiles in the kitchen for the rest of the Summer as it swelters and scorches outside...I can admire my beautiful new light fixtures.
And dream of autumn days and warm soup, cozy socks and flannel jammies, pumpkins and falling leaves. Sigh...
** Okay, peeps, you know I had to look it up.
Doornails are the large-headed studs that were used in earlier times for strength and more recently as decoration. The practice was to hammer the nail through and then bend the protruding end over to secure it. This process, similar to riveting, was called clenching. This may be the source of the 'deadness', as such a nail would be unusable afterwards.
(Answer and photo courtesy of todayifoundout.com)