Sunday, December 18

In the blistering fog Phfritzie and I traveled to Winco, in Elk Grove, to do the shopping for the Christmas Eve feast. I scored a swell spiral-cut hammy for seventeen bucks, and a couple o' cute acorn squashes. Or squashi. By now the sun is out. We loaded up the groceries in the back of my van and when I turned the key to start the motor: clickclickclickclick!...No start! WTF?! Battery? Starter? Not a tool in the van, and the parking lot of Winco is about the last place I would want to crawl under my rig even if I did have any tools. Phfrit calls AAA. Help on the way. In the mean time, a Good Samaritan in a new Cadillac offer to jump me, so he pulls up nose to nose, we hunt for his battery,and the I get the jump. Rig fires right up. Cancel AAA. We get home and hang out for a couple of hours then Phfrit has to head upriver, to prepare for work tomorrow. And so it
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