JOAN'S OFFICE: I Must’ve Had a Screw Loose

JOAN'S OFFICE: I Must’ve Had a Screw Loose: By Joan Whetzel Well, my A/C started acting up a few weeks ago. Right in the middle of the October end of our Texas summer (highs 95 ...

I Must’ve Had a Screw Loose

By Joan Whetzel

Well, my A/C started acting up a few weeks ago. Right in the middle of the October end of our Texas summer (highs 95 degrees +/-).  First it developed a clatter. Then it decided it wasn’t going to blow as hard nor as cold as was customary. I even checked out the heater a few times. I was getting some heat, but not at its usual level. Then it quit altogether. And it started again for about 10 minutes. And it stopped. And….

So I had the guys at O’Reilly Auto Parts check it out. It was the blower motor – that part that blows the hot or cold air through the vents. They didn’t have the part but could order it, for 180 dollars!

After watching a YouTube video  that made it look like a quick and easy fix, I decided I was going to attempt this repair myself. It was simply a matter of removing 3 screws, unplugging the wires supplying power and the air flow tube, and letting the old blower motor drop out. Then doing the reverse with the new blower motor. Total time? Approximately 5 minutes.

The hardest part, it appeared, was that the motor could only be accessed inside the car, underneath the glove compartment, which meant spending a few minutes on my knees, on the concrete, and twisting my torso so I could use my left hand to unscrew the screws. This was my first hint of trouble – it was a job for lefties – and people who can stand kneeling for long periods of time on a hard surface – trying to remove screws that hadn’t been removed in 14 years and had no plans for coming out now.

Two hours later, I couldn’t get up off the ground, my knees were screaming, my back muscles cramped up so that I couldn’t straighten myself, and, yes, the screws were still in place. I couldn’t get hold of my son or daughter to come help me because one’s phone was dead ant the other had turned his phone off. Well, my daughter finally came home. 2 ½ hours after I’d started. Of course by this time, I was cussing like a sailor at three stupid screws which I swore up and down I was going to toss into a field somewhere; anywhere where they could never give lick of trouble to another living sole ever again!

Except for one thing. A quick glance at the new blower motor exposed another problem. It came without screws.  So, when my daughter attacked the screws, we made sure to hang onto those (bleep)ing  little parts. It took my daughter 15 minutes to remove them (only because I'd spent the better part of 2 ½ hours loosening them for her). In less than a minute she had the old blower motor out and was replacing the (bleep)ing screws into the new one – yeah, they went in much easier than they came out. A few seconds later she had the wires and air flow hose plugged back in. The blower motor now puts out the usual Arctic Waste and Saharan Summer winds.  

If I’d known that 3 little screws were going to make my Sunday afternoon this aggravating, I might have reconsidered. I almost had myself convinced (for a second) that I had a few of my own screws loose for attempting this repair. But instead, I’ve found it’s made me fighting mad. I am not going to let a seemingly easy auto repair stop me. Next time, I get a repair that looks like something I could do, I’m going after it with a vengeance. This is not going to beat me. One good thing that’s come out of it, though. My daughter’s blower motor was doing the same thing as mine. She knows where the blower motor is and she now knows how to fix it. Next paycheck? We’re attacking a Toyota Matrix.

Oh, and if anyone has a prayer, a good luck charm, or a magic spell for making the removal of stubborn screws easier, send them our way.

Making Life Changes – Taking My Life Back

                                                                        By: Joan Whetzel

November is only few short weeks away, and marks one of those milestones. In just over a month lies what would have been my 37^th wedding anniversary, which falls on Thanksgiving this year. One of my friends at work is getting married 2 days after my anniversary, on a Saturday, just like the year I got married. Yeah, it makes me a little uncomfortable, but I am also looking forward to the wedding because she is such a sweetheart and I really couldn’t be happier for her. In one way it makes me sad to no longer be celebrating my own wedding, but in another, it feels like I’m handing over the reins to someone special. This change, for me, is like letting loose of one of those widow’s milestones that I no longer wish to hang onto, and giving it to someone who will breathe the life back into it, and the happiness, and the blessings. It’s no longer my sad anniversary. It’s her happy one.

I’ve found that my life changes in recent years have come in two forms. The changes that have been thrust upon me, and the changes that I want to make in order to take my life back.

The first few months of widowhood were cram-packed with those changes that were thrust upon me. I hated having all of that “reality” dropped in my lap until I felt like I was being buried alive. I was talking about this with another friend from work, who it turns out was widowed just 1 year before me. Like her, I have come to be grateful now for those piles of changes. If it weren’t for all those changes that needed urgent or immediate attention, I would have caved-in to my deep desire to just crawl into bed and hide under the covers until it all went away. They forced me to get up and take care of all those things that were most definitely NOT going away.

They closed the door to my life as I once knew it. But they also opened a window of opportunity (didn’t look like an opportunity at the time), and unceremoniously shoved through and forced me to make the changes I needed to make my life better. They also showed me I had the strength and courage to make the changes.

My discussion with my newly discovered fellow-widow also pointed out something else to me. Like her, I am at the point where I want to take my life back in other ways. I hadn’t realized just how much of myself I’d given up to take care of others: to raise children, to help my son when he had troubles in high school, to help my daughter when she moved back in with us and went through a particularly difficult custody battle, then navigating my husband’s illness and death. I really need to figure out what my dreams are so I can work them back into my life. And I need to protect my dreams, make sure they stay my dreams.

My friend told me about her dream to buy a beach house in Galveston. Two family members, knowing her funds were more limited than theirs, began looking for a beach house that they would “let” her share whenever she wanted. As good as their intentions were, it felt like they were hijacking her dream. Through a set of circumstances beyond their control, they were unable to buy the beach house. No sooner had their plans fallen through, than the perfect beach house for her presented itself – at the perfect price – on her wedding anniversary.

Part of taking my life back has included changing the dynamics of my relationship with my husband’s family, especially with his mother (a relationship that has never been good). It means spending far less time with them and no longer allowing my husband’s mother to control my life and ignore my boundaries. They don’t like it, but I didn’t expect they would. I have also been finding my own opinion on things – like politics. There have been times when others d0 not agree with my opinion, and would probably like to put me back in my place (e.g. I should agree with them, or remain silent like I used to do).  But it feels good to be able to have an opinion that’s mine, one that’s not dictated to me by others (like the in-laws).

But I know there will be other changes, as I find new dreams and discover ways to follow them. These changes – the ones I choose to take my life back – will be positive. There may be one or two who will disapprove (like my husband’s mother who disapproves of everything). But those who care about me and have my best interests at heart, will be glad and will cheer me on because they’ll know that I’m breathing the life back into my dreams, and the happiness, and the blessings.

The Cat Came Back

By Joan Whetzel

 

When my kids were young, Nickelodeon (T) used to play this short cartoon as a filler whenever their programming was too short to fill out the half hour. It showed the numerous ways this family used to try to get rid of their obnoxious, ornery, destructive cat. It didn't matter what lengths they went to. The cat just kept coming back. The song's refrain, like the cat, is equally obnoxious and keeps  popping back into my  head at the drop of a hat.

 

The Song

            The cat came back
            the very next day 

                        Oh yes, the cat came back

                        They thought he was a gonner

            But the cat came back

            He just wouldn’t stay away

Every time I have problem that recurs, this stupid song starts banging around my head. I’ve had two problems recently that I thought we'd taken care of, but those cats just won’t stay away.

 

The Bees

We had some bees that took up residence along the corner of our roof line. We tried everything we could to get rid of them ourselves, to no avail. The only thing we got for our efforts were some "bleep"-ed off bees. So last year we called an exterminator that took care of bees and hive removal.

At the time, they found out the bees had built a honeycomb in the rafters right where they were entering and leaving. They had to remove a small portion of the roof and siding to clean out the hive, after which they replaced the insulation, the roofing, and the siding. All was great with the world.

Except the cat came back this year. And the original exterminator is ignoring us completely. So, another year another exterminator. The new guy drilled some holes in strategic locations – the key spots where the bees might be trying to build another hive – and inserted a scope to see how much it was going to take to get rid of them. The drones were definitely starting to collect again, but so far, no honeycomb this time.

For $250, he killed them off. If they still appear to be gone today or tomorrow, my daughter and I are going to patch that one corner of the roofing and siding with a cotton plug and some calking. The previous guys were supposed to have caulked all the seams along the front and both sides of the house, to keep the bees out. Apparently. they missed that one spot the bees love so much. With any luck, this will do the trick and that cat will stay away.

 

The Grass

Earlier this spring, my daughter and I dug up the thin strip of grass between our driveway and the side of the house. We transplanted this grass out back of the garage to fill in the bare patch. We’re glad to say that the grass transplants are particularly hearty and have taken off well. We’ve got grass growing like crazy behind the garage.

In the bare strip we planted some juniper bushes and other flowering plants. The petunias and bluebonnets have run their lifecycle, the bougainvillea have started climbing the trellis, and the juniper – while not filling out as fast as I thought it would – has not died.

The problem? The grass keeps coming back. We’ve pulled it out several times, but within 2 weeks, the grass comes back. It just won’t stay away. The grass really loves that strip of land; a testament to the heartiness of St. Augustine grass. It seems to be damned near impossible to get rid of. A few days ago, we got some grass killer spray. We chose a brand that said you could spray it near plants without killing them. We’ve sprayed a test section twice now. So far, it hasn’t harmed the juniper, but it hasn’t harmed the grass either.

Anybody out there with a recipe for grass killer? I am open to suggestions.

Small Comforts

By Joan Whetzel

My oldest granddaughter is with her daddy for the summer, leaving my daughter and I time to get things done around the house/garage/yard. A few larger projects. (Like clearing out the garage attic and the upstairs game room in the house). The list of things that need doing is much, much, much shorter than it has been the last 3 summers. The size of the projects is also smaller.

One thing we’ve found, though, is that giving ourselves some small comforts, some little luxuries, after completing our big projects and our regular chores (mowing) is something we both need. True, getting these cleaning projects over and done with are comforts in themselves. But we still need to treat ourselves as a way of patting ourselves on the back for our accomplishments. Some of our small comforts include:

 

1.     Matinee movie – NO kiddie movies allowed! Sorry Disney, I’ve had my fill, I’m feeding the adult now.

2.     30 to 60-minute swim in the neighborhood pool to cool off (especially after outdoor projects and chores in the Houston heat and humidity).

3.     Grilling a new recipe for supper, especially if those recipes include hot peppers, cayenne, chili power......

4.     Grilling apples or peaches with cinnamon, Splenda, and little apple or peach juice in a foil boat for dessert. Served with a scoop of ice cream, of course. It’s like low-cal pie without the crust; and we don’t have to heat up the kitchen.

5.     Allowing ourselves the purchase of one smallish item per month (or 2 months) that updates our environment to reflect our changing tastes, and our changing lives. (I got myself some red sheets a couple years ago. I always wanted red sheets. I’ve added a few other red items to my bedroom since then).

6.     Time to just sit a read a book. Reading for pleasure!

7.     Eating out on the deck when the weather is nice. Meals without a TV in sight.

We feeling both comforted and happier because we’re taking care of ourselves, and because we’re clearing away the clutter. Our life has changed a lot over recent years, and these small comforts (aka luxuries) are reminders to take care of ourselves. We’ve earned it.

Week of Feb. 28, 2016 - Great Opportunities

By Joan Whetzel

 

I saw the following quote on Facebook (facebook/The Optimism Revolution) that read: “We’re all faced with a series of great opportunities (sic) brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.”

I’ve had more than a few great opportunities in my lifetime, especially in recent years. I can honestly say that my great opportunities have supported my growth and helped me stand on my own two feet and ways I never thought I would. But I’m not ashamed to admit that I wish God would cast his eye in another direction and bestow some of those great opportunities on someone else for a change. I need a vacation. An extended vacation.

What would my vacation look like? I see myself vegging out on a tropical island. I would of course be filthy rich and have every luxury served up on a silver platter. All problems, great or small, would be quickly managed with a flick of my magic wand. It would be a totally care free, stress free existence.

 

Okay, back to reality. Really, I see my real-life, extended vacation this way:

·       No more major and/or costly repairs or problems that need solving.

·       A full time job that I love, is close to home, and pays well.

·       Social Security decides I don’t have to wait until I am 60 to start receiving my widow’s benefits. (Okay, that one probably falls under the reality check column.)

·       Both of my kids prospering greatly, beyond my wildest dreams, with no pressing problems to threaten their wellbeing.

·       Four happy and healthy granddaughters and a happy, healthy grandbaby #5 on the way (hope it’s a boy this time).

·       My mom and siblings all know how much I love them and am grateful for their support.

I can’t imagine a better vacation.

It’s Yard Prep Time Again

By Joan Whetzel

 

Not to brag about our lovely mild winters down here in Texas, but it’s one of the perks of living down here. That and the fact that spring arrives much earlier than the northern states. We get to plant spring flowers earlier.

The last couple of weekends my daughter, oldest granddaughter, and I have finally been able to get back out in the yard again. We’ve had about 3 months of having no yardwork to do and I’ve found that I missed my yardwork time. So, now we’re finally able to do a little of the necessary prep work before our early spring brings us some new growth.

We began with trimming back the crepe myrtle trees in the back yard. Last year it took us about 3 days for each crepe myrtle tree. My husband had never trimmed them since we moved into the house, so they were way out of control. But all that work last year made this year’s pre-Spring trimming way easier. It only took about 1 hour for each tree.

Last weekend we went outside to rake and sweep the massive amounts of pine needles and pine cones in the front yard. That one took a couple hours and 4 large trash bags.

This weekend we mowed and edged. No the grass isn’t growing that much – yet. But the clover has definitely come to life. So basically, we were mowing the clover, weeds, a handful of green blades of grass, and a few early wildflowers. But the yard looks nice again. And this morning I enjoyed one of my new favorite pastimes – a sunrise breakfast picnic out on the back deck. It faces east so I actually get to watch the sun rise over the neighbor’s garage.

I used to dread yardwork. Actually, I downright hated getting out in the yard. But over the last couple of years, I have come to relish getting outside and doing the yardwork. I enjoy the exercise. I even rather look forward to sweating when the temps get warmer. (February is still cool enough that I don’t work up a sweat).

I think I’m finally beginning to understand why grandma always wanted to get out in the yard and put in the effort on her flower beds. Sure, it’s a lot of work, but the payoff is great. I’ve got a yard that looks nice and I love spending a little free time outside after it’s done. Plus, when the weekly jobs are finished, I feel physically restored from getting a bit of exercise, breathing in some fresh air, and absorbing a little natural vitamin D from the sun.