Bees and Blades

When the sidekick started losing his sight seven years ago, my journey to become more independent began. The sidekick still does ‘manly’ chores around the house like taking out the garbage, doing the laundry (hee hee), and carrying heavy boxes. Other stuff, not so much 😦 . I can’t anymore ask him to put air in the tires when it’s 30 below. He can’t see the tire gauge numbers and I don’t want to test CAA’s response time in Saskatchewan for a blown tire on a highway…..especially in the winter. (Anyone I dare look me in the blog and tell me you haven’t batted your eyelashes at your other half when the air feels like your lungs are going to explode out of your chest if you breathe in the coldness and you don’t want to do an outside errand. Trust me, this one I cried over big time.)

When it comes to the car, I have to admit – I don’t get it. I try to – but just like I don’t understand how Justin Bieber hasn’t gone down in popularity when he peed in the mop bucket on video, I don’t get cars. I don’t know gaskets. I don’t know pistons. You could show me an accessory belt and I would ask if it was an exercise band. You could tell me the word sump and I would define it as a a rapper asking What’s up?. (P.S. I googled car parts for the above sentences.) I made peace a long time ago that I wasn’t going to be one of the cool girls who could do it all……………………….now I have to know.

I’ve been lucky the past few years because while in Georgetown, I had made friends with the people at the garage who would put my wiper blades on for free. I don’t know if it costs money, but they pitied my lack of knowledge and helped me out with all sorts of stuff. To save money, I would buy just the rubber part- not the whole contraption. A wonderful guy at the Toyota dealership would go out in the cold weather and do it for me. I. Loved. Him. Here in Saskatchewan, I haven’t bribed pleaded sobbed don’t know anyone yet to help me. My uncle is here and safety’d my car, but I feel kinda bad going to him for everything I use to for the guys in the garage back home.

So, when I started noticing that the bug guts were just getting more smeared every time I hit the wiper button – I said crap. The local store thankfully had the driver and passenger blades. Only one brand had the size 14 passenger blade I needed however. They didn’t even have the back blade. I think that’s because most people giggle when they see my tiny “ECONOMICAL-PEOPLE” car go by — the streets aren’t really plowed in the winter here so I might have a problem.

Having bought the front blades, I parked in front of the house and set to work.

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This would be the sidekick and the imp laughing hysterically as I took off down the street when a bee tried to attack me. You’re screwed for clothing here. Dark clothes the mosquitoes find your scent appealing. Light clothes, (I was wearing pink), bees find you attractive like a flower. You can’t win. I don’t read the ‘helpful hints’ section anymore.

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This was in the blade. He was dead. I think that’s why the bee attacked me. It knew I had killed one of it’s family….unintentionally but dead nonetheless.

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Thankfully instructions came in the package. It only took me 10 minutes to figure out how to push the button so I could slip the old blade off 🙂 YAY ME!!!

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After only five minutes….and a 10 minute run around the car as the bee kept dive bombing me… the new blade is put on. Outstanding work!!

20130815_164028     After only five minutes....and a 10 minute run around the car as the bee kept dive bombing me... the new blade is put on. Outstanding work!! 20130815_164215 After another 20 minutes...12 of them trying to outsmart the diving bombing bee...the passanger side wiper blade is on ... and what the?!?!? Wiper blades come with glass treatment now???? .... read read read directions....go inside get glass cleaner and papertowel...clean all glass...rub glass treatment everywhere....buffer buffer buffer....all I wanted to do was change my blades but my mother said if you're going to do something do it properly.....  only 45 minutes since I started....

After another 20 minutes…12 of them trying to outsmart the diving bombing bee…the passanger side wiper blade is on … and what the?!?!? Wiper blades come with glass treatment now???? …. read read read directions….go inside get glass cleaner and papertowel…clean all glass…rub glass treatment everywhere….buffer buffer buffer….all I wanted to do was change my blades …..mom said if you’re going to do something do it properly….. only 45 minutes since I started….

After something like 45 minutes my task is complete….bowing…..and then the bee came back…

Cheese and crackers……. winter’s gonna suck here……

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