Losing power

Yesterday on my drive back from Shear Impressions (about 5 miles) I turned off the always busy Rt. 33 onto a neighborhood main street, and noticed at a slight curve that the steering wheel was stiff. I knew immediately that my power steering had failed--it had happened to me once before when my children were both small and in the car. It's a feeling of helplessness not forgotten. I struggled home (fortunately I work out at least 2 minutes a day and am very strong), rousted my husband out of his chair and we took off for the local Pro-Care that had the least dangerous route using both cars. Once there, we discovered that Pro-Care had gone bankrupt and we were facing an unfamiliar company name. (Lobby and phone number are the same, however.) The car, and our arms, could go no further (our son manages a quick serve much further northeast), so we had to go with them or be towed. The diagnosis is a small hole in one of the hoses, and the power steering fluid drained out. It will be close to $300, but that's minor compared to the accident I could have caused.

Power. Even when we think we have it and we are zipping along, we don't.Source URL: https://maryelizabeth-winstead.blogspot.com/search/label/automobiles
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3429 Temperature's dropping

I've been getting a lot of hits to my frozen car door entry, sometimes 12 a day. Today a Canadian reader left me a message to check out this gadget. For all I know, he owns the company, but if you're having problems, at least take a look.Source URL: https://maryelizabeth-winstead.blogspot.com/search/label/automobiles
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Monday Memories

Celebrating birthdays fifteen years ago
Our children's birthdays are a year apart, and fall during Thanksgiving week. Even in their 20s, we tried to offer each a special day, but eventually getting together 3 times in one week got to be a little too much togetherness. This year we just handed out cards over the Thanksgiving dinner.
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Fifteen years ago we went out to eat after church to celebrate their birthdays at "The Cooker," one of our favorites which served attractively prepared, regional American food. As we chatted in the booth, the hostess dropped a jar of catsup which shattered at my feet and I had catsup up to my knees and in my shoes. I was wearing white slacks, something a bit unusual for me. So, after wiping up, I got a free dinner and a ticket for dry cleaning. Then when the waiter found out we were celebrating birthdays (he thought they were twins and guessed their ages as 24) he gave us 2 free desserts. Their desserts were fabulous (like brownie decadence, a meal by itself) and cost about $4.00 (would be much more now). So I think we had at least a $17 credit on the bill.

After dinner our daughter, who wasn’t married at the time, spent the afternoon at our house and did her laundry. About 6 p.m. she was chatting on the phone with her boyfriend and I heard her holler. The neighbor had backed her van out of her driveway into our daughter’s car parked on the street. It had been stolen and vandalized the previous January. The neighbor was very apologetic, standing there in her full length fur coat with her big travel van, but we practically had to restrain our daughter. Her car, so recently restored, was her one nice possession.

After it was stolen in January, she had an alarm installed, so it was shrieking and flashing its lights, sort of like a chicken with its head cut off--but the damage was done. The police came and cited our neighbor and when our daughter calmed down, she drove home. It was driveable, fortunately. So why was it a birthday worth remembering? We had a lot of really good laughs, despite the catsup on the white slacks and the car mishap.

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