I am feeling a tiny bit guilty. Bright and early Monte and I went downstairs, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to conquer the freezer. With garbage bag in hand we started in.
We didn't get very far, and I really mean NOT very far. I had cut open, ready to dump, a melted bag of green beans. Who knew green beans could smell so bad? But they did!!! And Monte, big giant burly Monte, started to gag. And that unfortunately triggers something in me. I start laughing. Now if I could just bust out and laugh that would be okay, but it makes Monte really angry when I laugh at his gagging. So I almost choked myself to death trying to hold it in, mostly unsuccessfully. The noises that escaped through my nose were worse than if I just opened up and laughed.
The bottom line? He really couldn't do it. A lot of the stuff in the freezer was still half frozen, I had opened the door an hour earlier. I grabbed a more frozen hunk of pork shoulder roast and cut it open and threw it into the garbage bag. I think I did a couple more when Monte said the magic words. "Let's just throw it all into garbage bags and I will drive it out to the dump. They will never know." And that's what we did. Seriously, even though I gave it the old army try it was an overwhelming task to try to de wrap every single thing in that freezer in order to compost. What would have been an all day onerous job was instantly reduced to ten minutes. I can handle a little guilt!
Well Gladys is on her way out. I have enjoyed driving her but there are just too many negatives to keeping her.
I got a phone call from the dealership the other day which got me to thinking. They want my truck back. They are so desperate for inventory they would basically pay me what I paid for it. And when I thought about the difficult steering, inability to see properly over the dashboard, ( I refuse to sit on a cushion), all the blind spots, and when I sit in the back seat which happens more often than you might think, I lose my virginity every time I get out of the truck. So.....time to make a change.
I want a Chrysler Dodge Grand Caravan. Cookie had one for a hundred years and Monte has one. You can fit as much in the van as I can fit in the truck and it is, without question, the most extremely comfortable vehicle on the road. Their seats are magic! And I can use it as my camper! So I have made friends with the fellow up at the dealership and I shall go up and start the process. It is going to be a slow one. They don't have any more vans than they have gladiators. But I can wait.
Now the next consideration is buy or lease. I have read all about leasing, thank you April! And really I see the plus side to it but....I hate payments. And they are like having a strata payment. I was pissed off every time I had to make a strata pmt. I can't see a lease pmt being any different. I always felt that people lease when they can't afford to buy. Which is wrong but I still feel that way. Its like renting a house instead of buying one.
It is going to be a long process though. I will have to negotiate a trade in price. Then order the new van. Then wait. Which I have had to do with every vehicle I have bought in the last few years. Hopefully I will stick with this van forever (which at my age realistically is only ten or fifteen years).
That last statement reminds me of Gramma, mom's mom. I remember taking her shopping for some necessaries. She needed sheets but she wouldn't buy new ones. "I will be dead before they get properly broken in." I kind of relate to that at this point!!
I was going to start the wrapping today but I got a call from Ange. She needs to go up to Walmart for cat food. A special cat food. So I shall put the wrapping off until tomorrow. Plus I was just informed by Amazon that the present for Aryn has been cancelled. Grrrrrr! But there is a special little local store that carries that general merchandise and I may find a decent replacement over there.
Well that is it for now. I must go out and shovel snow and clean the truck off. Stay safe everyone and TTYL
- “As you start traveling down that road of life, remember this: there are never enough comfort stops. The places you’re going are never on the map, and once you get that map out, you won’t be able to re-fold it no matter how smart you are. So forget the map, roll down the windows, and whenever you can, pull over and have a picnic.” – Jim Hensen
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