What is this Gerry?
No words!!!
We do not want tombstones, do we?
It can be hard enough to understand precisely what you mean when you’re writing your interesting stories. But without words it is all guesswork. And I’m not good at guessing loud when it comes to “Definitely not good”
Low tire! The tire can easily be fixed.
But then cleaning is good – when it’s over and done.
I hope it will all be good soon.
The low tire is a function of the other problem which has to do with the sensing devices that govern the braking and traction which are messed up because there is something wrong with the undercarriage of this car that three different mechanics have not been able to resolve satisfactorily. When all those lights come on at once I become morose. I can still brake for suicidal deer, but I no longer want to.
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Having to rent a Rug Doctor is, all by itself, a bad sign. Having to lug it up all those stairs is even worse. Spending two hours trying to get it to work right, including half an hour on the phone with Customer Support in three languages, only to discover that it was defective . . . Back down the stairs, heave it into the car, drive back to the store with the accusing lights glaring at me, obtain a replacement, reverse process . . . and did I mention it was in the upper 80s and humid? Not good.
You are correct as to the oil light, at least at the moment.
It was too hot not to clean this particular rug.
The Cowboy committed standard doggish misdeeds upon the rug in question.
Things are already going better, as we had a nice refreshing walk up at Barnes Park after my bath. I hobbled a little, as I stubbed my toe grievously getting into the shower, but it was a fine walk.
Oh no! I am feeling headachy today and that is not good either. Barry said his car wasn’t working properly–not even thinking about that one. Raising a glass of cold tea and hoping that all your troubles will be forgotten and repaired by tomorrow at the latest.
It’s the ragweed. We have ragweed the size of Triffids. Place the dewy tea glass gently against the sore part of your head. Tomorrow will be, well, not today, so we’ll have that going for us.
For all those things to occur over a short time period is discouraging but you did win through! I will go have a tiny dish of vanilla bean ice cream in honor of your progress in defeating today and looking forward to tomorrow.
Some days are just like that. It’s been really hot again, and today isn’t going to be much better. Maybe I’ll see if I can find some nice lemon ice somewhere. Maybe Carol McCarus would like to meet me in Petoskey.
Ragweed has just recently invaded Denmark, through feedingstuffs for wild birds. We haven´t had it before, and when I suddenly found a new exotic plant in my garden last year, I didn´t know that it was a monster. Carefully I watched it grow, until one day I heard a radio programme about a new allergy threat…my next meet with the plant was a lot more violent. Wikipedia says that “Each plant is reputed to be able to produce about a billion grains of pollen over a season,” so I´m expecting more violence in the garden. The ragweed will undoubtedly get to need a doctor.
Good grief! Nothing makes me feel worse than flashing lights on the dashboard and carpets that need to be addressed immediately…. Well, there is Earl heading ominously up north, but besides that.
As you can see, I have been ignoring the newspapers and the radio for the last few days. I was, therefore, astonished to learn that you were being menaced by a fellow named Earl, and was prepared to head north armed with a terrier and a spaniel. Then I thought about other possibilities, and in this fashion discovered that not only are you in the path of a hurricane but that my sisters in North Carolina are probably in for some heavy weather as well. And nothing Miss Sadie, the Cowboy or I can do about it. Batten the hatches!
It is true. Some days are like that in Eden Shores. But in Kalkaska, Beth, none of these things happen. There are, I am reliably assured, no bad dogs in Kalkaska.
I, too, was slaving away with Mr. Rug Doctor on an extremely hot day…..bleah! 😦 But at least I don’t have stairs like that and mine worked! May your days to come be better – sending cool peacefulness your way.
Oh dear! Lugging that heavy machine up the stairs and back down wears me out just thinking about it! As I have heard the phrase: “Mama said there would be days like this! LOL
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Carsten
August 30, 2010
What is this Gerry?
No words!!!
We do not want tombstones, do we?
It can be hard enough to understand precisely what you mean when you’re writing your interesting stories. But without words it is all guesswork. And I’m not good at guessing loud when it comes to “Definitely not good”
Low tire! The tire can easily be fixed.
But then cleaning is good – when it’s over and done.
I hope it will all be good soon.
Gerry
August 30, 2010
Extended caption for photo #1:
The low tire is a function of the other problem which has to do with the sensing devices that govern the braking and traction which are messed up because there is something wrong with the undercarriage of this car that three different mechanics have not been able to resolve satisfactorily. When all those lights come on at once I become morose. I can still brake for suicidal deer, but I no longer want to.
Extended caption for photo #2
Having to rent a Rug Doctor is, all by itself, a bad sign. Having to lug it up all those stairs is even worse. Spending two hours trying to get it to work right, including half an hour on the phone with Customer Support in three languages, only to discover that it was defective . . . Back down the stairs, heave it into the car, drive back to the store with the accusing lights glaring at me, obtain a replacement, reverse process . . . and did I mention it was in the upper 80s and humid? Not good.
Extended caption for photo #3:
Bad dog, Cowboy!
Wendi
August 30, 2010
At least the oil light is not on. It is too hot to try to clean your carpets Gerry! What did Cowboy do? Hope things go better soon!
Gerry
August 30, 2010
You are correct as to the oil light, at least at the moment.
It was too hot not to clean this particular rug.
The Cowboy committed standard doggish misdeeds upon the rug in question.
Things are already going better, as we had a nice refreshing walk up at Barnes Park after my bath. I hobbled a little, as I stubbed my toe grievously getting into the shower, but it was a fine walk.
uphilldowndale
August 30, 2010
Oh dear, oh dear, this is not good.
Gerry
August 30, 2010
You have grasped the situation completely.
P.j. grath
August 30, 2010
Uh-oh! A dog accident? Good to go–outdoors!
Gerry
August 30, 2010
Accident?
Kathy
August 30, 2010
Oh no! I am feeling headachy today and that is not good either. Barry said his car wasn’t working properly–not even thinking about that one. Raising a glass of cold tea and hoping that all your troubles will be forgotten and repaired by tomorrow at the latest.
Gerry
August 30, 2010
It’s the ragweed. We have ragweed the size of Triffids. Place the dewy tea glass gently against the sore part of your head. Tomorrow will be, well, not today, so we’ll have that going for us.
La Mirada Bob
August 31, 2010
May all your troubles be…
For all those things to occur over a short time period is discouraging but you did win through! I will go have a tiny dish of vanilla bean ice cream in honor of your progress in defeating today and looking forward to tomorrow.
Gerry
August 31, 2010
Some days are just like that. It’s been really hot again, and today isn’t going to be much better. Maybe I’ll see if I can find some nice lemon ice somewhere. Maybe Carol McCarus would like to meet me in Petoskey.
giiid
August 31, 2010
Ragweed has just recently invaded Denmark, through feedingstuffs for wild birds. We haven´t had it before, and when I suddenly found a new exotic plant in my garden last year, I didn´t know that it was a monster. Carefully I watched it grow, until one day I heard a radio programme about a new allergy threat…my next meet with the plant was a lot more violent. Wikipedia says that “Each plant is reputed to be able to produce about a billion grains of pollen over a season,” so I´m expecting more violence in the garden. The ragweed will undoubtedly get to need a doctor.
In 2008 the Danish plant Directorate posted this
http://www.pdir.fvm.dk/Default.aspx?ID=10649&PID=121994&NewsID=9887
Gerry
August 31, 2010
I did not know this. I wonder if Northern Europe in general is relatively free of allergens? Perhaps I should rethink my retirement plan.
You should not delay. Rent a flamethrower and apply it to the ragweed.
Gerry
August 31, 2010
Wait, wait–you have a Plant Directorate? Mercy. Sounds very serious.
flandrumhill
August 31, 2010
Good grief! Nothing makes me feel worse than flashing lights on the dashboard and carpets that need to be addressed immediately…. Well, there is Earl heading ominously up north, but besides that.
Gerry
August 31, 2010
As you can see, I have been ignoring the newspapers and the radio for the last few days. I was, therefore, astonished to learn that you were being menaced by a fellow named Earl, and was prepared to head north armed with a terrier and a spaniel. Then I thought about other possibilities, and in this fashion discovered that not only are you in the path of a hurricane but that my sisters in North Carolina are probably in for some heavy weather as well. And nothing Miss Sadie, the Cowboy or I can do about it. Batten the hatches!
Beth Toner
August 31, 2010
Ahh, you have confirmed my suspicions, that bad things do indeed occasionally happen Up North.
Bad dog! Bad car.
Gerry
August 31, 2010
It is true. Some days are like that in Eden Shores. But in Kalkaska, Beth, none of these things happen. There are, I am reliably assured, no bad dogs in Kalkaska.
Beth Toner
August 31, 2010
Gerry, LOL. And I am going camping this weekend. 🙂
Cindy Lou
September 1, 2010
I, too, was slaving away with Mr. Rug Doctor on an extremely hot day…..bleah! 😦 But at least I don’t have stairs like that and mine worked! May your days to come be better – sending cool peacefulness your way.
Gerry
September 1, 2010
Ah well. We are now having considerable rain. It’s welcome.
Anna
September 1, 2010
Oh dear! Lugging that heavy machine up the stairs and back down wears me out just thinking about it! As I have heard the phrase: “Mama said there would be days like this! LOL
Gerry
September 1, 2010
Mama was right.