My Odyssey was sort of low on gas on Saturday when we got home. Jamey, my husband, backed it up our
hill driveway and parked it. Not sure if that’s a habit from his police academy days or what. Me, I like to back it in when I have a quarter or less of a tank. Why? Because if I pull in front-first on our steep driveway, it says I have no gas when I get in the car AND I REALLY DO.
If I don’t back in, then the next time I drive, I’m freaked out because the gas light is on. I’m all like, Do I actually NOT have gas? Am I going to run out of gas? Where’s the next gas station? I don’t have time for gas…oh, the light’s off now. Stupid gas light. I KNEW I had gas!
So, funny story…
On Monday (we didn’t go anywhere on Sunday), I got in the minivan with Karsen to go to Costco and it wouldn’t start. Chuh-chuhg-chuh-chuhg-chuh-chuhg. I knew it wasn’t the battery
because I’ve had that happen lots and lots of times and that is totally a click-click and not a chuh-chuhg. I felt the panic start to rise up from my core, but recognizing how I usually FREAK OUT about stupid stuff, I stayed calm.
That’s probably why I remembered that Jamey had filled up the 5-gallon gas can on Easter weekend! Oh happy day!
I mean, getting locked out of the house (with no phone BTW) by the dogs–ahem BENNIE–…
… just a couple of Mondays ago, I really did not want to have someone come over and bail me out. AGAIN.
After calling the hubs to confirm that it was actually gas in the can, and not some special yard machine mix or something, I spent 10 minutes figuring out how to get the stupid little yellow cap off
and threw a screwdriver in the garage , but I remained calm.
It took a while to tip almost 5 gallons of gas into my car, and toward the end of it all, my arms were shaking holding that thing at such an impossible angle. But I did get the van to start
with hubby coaching me on the phone! Go me.
This morning, when I dragged my body out of bed at 5:15 a.m. (and stumbled to hit snooze), I was all Ouch! Why are my arms so freaking sore?!
I guess it’s time to get back into the habit of strength training. Ya think?