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