I had a weekend all to myself. This has not happened since May... before moving in with Grandma. I was a little excited. I could do anything I wanted. Right? Wrong... Turns out I am no longer used to being completely alone. I wanted to go fishing. No one to go with. I wanted to go shooting. Again, no one to go with. I wanted to go to a movie. Went by myself.
Austin wasn't going to come home until Monday but I went and picked him up on Sunday. I was tired of being alone. Grandma came home a few hours later and I was glad.
I did get something done over the weekend but mostly I was lazy.
My brother replaced the radiator fan assembly in my car. It took a little while to figure out exactly what the problem was. Then once we replaced the fan and fan motor it still wasn't working. We were both shaking our heads. Finally he went home to bed and came back Saturday morning. After a frustrating hour he finally gave up and we headed to the parts store to return a part we didn't need and get something he needed. While there I picked up a Haynes Manual for the PT Cruiser. Once home, Roger took a look in the book, fiddled with something, told me it was working and handed me a fuse. Yes. A fuse! When the fan motor blew it also blew a fuse but not the fan fuses. A different fuse. Sheesh. Now the car works great again.
While my brother worked on the car, I worked on my project: staining an outdoor swing. On Friday night, I had to scrub off the algae, old finish, and dirt with a scrub brush and bleach water. When I was finished I looked like I had gotten into a fight with a swamp monster. My legs were splattered with green goop. Saturday morning I was able to sand and put on the finish.
|Prior to this, the swing looked the same as the fence.|
The weekend made me realize that I need to get used to be alone again. My son starts school on Monday and will be spending he majority of his time at his dad's or my sister's house since he is going to school about 30 miles away. Grandma will be going to my aunt's house for a week, if not longer. This gives me too much time on my hands. One really is the loneliest number...most of the time.