We were on our way to the grocery store today, all bundled up ready to brave the -50 temperature that awaited us once the garage door was opened. The girls were safely strapped in their car seats ready to go. I turned the key, and nothing…the battery was dead. Apparently I had not closed one of the doors when we came in from running errands the other day and the light had been on ever since. I brought my girls back in the house and called Triple A, only to find out that my membership had expired, even though the card says it’s good for another year. I don’t really understand that, but OK, whatever. The man on the other end was very helpful and put me in touch with the Alaska Club, the lady that helped me was super nice, and I was able to renew my membership right then and there and get set up for someone to come jump the battery. Now I’m feeling all kinds of hopeful. Then I get a phone call that the station that services my area is out of service because they are over run with calls, so I can cancel my request for service and call back early tomorrow morning. I moved on to plan B. I contacted my friend to see if I could borrow her husband. While waiting for a response I called my FRG leader who of course wasn’t home, but did call me back a few minutes later. While talking to her she asked me how I was doing since my husband left, was I sad? Honestly, I miss him like crazy, but I really don’t have time to be sad, or even eat for that matter. Finally, my friends husband said he’s come by and jump the truck. Again, feeling very hopeful. So, he came over, pushed the truck out of the garage, put the cables on, and, yep, nothing. The battery was totally drained. He told me to call around and find a battery and he’d pick it up and install it after work. So I did and he did. I’m so grateful that he was willing to endure the frigid temperature to help me out. I have to laugh as I wonder why things like this always happen when my husband is gone? Needless to say, we will be celebrating New Year’s Day at the grocery store!
