I was up pretty early this morning because I knew Lee was making challah and I needed to go to the grocery as the cupboard was pretty slim pickins. I wanted to get back early to get some work done (aka scattered creativity). So I pushed myself to get up and get out.
I went to the garage and as always, snapped on my seatbelt, turned the ignition and “all the things I take for granted kicked in - the air conditioner would kick in, the battery would start it right up as it always had for years, etc.
None of that happened. Click click click click. I know that sound well. It means dead battery.
It all started about 5 years ago. WalMart was having a sale on batteries (they’re fairly cheap anyway) and I’d always had positive luck with them (no pun intended). WalMart had a battery sale years ago and I bit. Little did I know it would force me into a vicious cycle of trading in at least 2 batteries per year for ones that worked. Yes I checked my connection and it was fine. The battery was junk. But until I want to really go all out and spend a few hundred on a car battery, I will be trading these batteries in until I stop driving. Besides, I grew attached to such things. There’s a lot about WalMart I don’t like. But I do like that they take the battery back as promised and replace it with one every bit as sorry.
There’s a lovely chunk of woods next to our nearby Walmart and a beautiful butterfly flew by (that I could name by name) and that frightened me a bit. At the same token it made me even more grateful to Lee for taking the time to teach me what each one is called as we see them. Butterflies keep me optimistic and this was no exception except for my totally dead battery about to be fixed.
So I got on the phone to click on Lee’s name, but the phone was dead too. Why had I allowed facebook alerts when I had them off for years. I don’t even like that silly “Droiiiiddddd” noise.
Lee was there in a jiffy with her jumper cables, jumped me off, and followed me to WalMart as they have a lifetime warrantee on car batteries. But this happens every 3-6 months these days. They used to last for years. I turned to Lee and shouted my guess, “I BET THEY’RE MADE IN CHINA NOW”.
To satisfy my curiosity, sure enough, the large percentage (if not all) of WalMart batteries are made in China. They carry one “top shelf” unit that only has parts from there but is assembled from here. I like Chinese food. I like Chinese dogs. I like a lot about China. But I don’t like Chinese WalMart batteries.
Admittedly they were very prompt to replace it, though they did do one of those “lump in the stomach things” announcing they couldn’t find my receipt in the pile of papers from the last battery I purchased there.
They smiled and instructed Lee and I to take our time shopping “in WalMart” (we know this is how WalMart makes their minimal battery loss back and then some). We answered, “Yes, we will. And when we get back from Kroger’s, in say 30 minutes or so, betcha the battery will be ready”.
After a long frown he said, “Yes, should be”.
Lee figures things out faster than I do. I always feel I should get her one of those “I’m With Stupid” Tshirts. Early on, she splurged for a new good battery and has not had one bit of trouble with it since she bought it 4 or so years ago.
We got all our groceries (at Kroger) and followed each other home. Groceries are in the fridge, bug spray guy will be here any minute, and I’m learning how to use the social network Tumblr while running sales at my Zazzle RickLondonGifts.com shops.
While most days remind me of The Beatles “A Day In The Life” (It’s just another day….etc), this one reminded me that our society offers up so many basics and luxuries, many of which we take for granted, but we’ve decided not to do that very often.
I made a mental note to myself that before I die I need to purchase one of those “tank-like Mercedes” that probably doesn’t even need a battery or electricity or gas. One just owns it and it knows just what to do and where to go. Of course my CPA may have different ideas about where my money goes, or lack thereof.
We are a “pay as you go” couple. Our cars are in perfect working order (when the battery is ok), and they’ve been paid for for years. Our town is small, so we don’t drive long distances. Our driving record is flawless. Both vehicles are parked under a roof. Given those amenities, Geico just charges a tiny green lizard for our insurance. We don’t take that for granted.
The good part about aggravating days such as the way today started is one knows it can only get better. And get better it did. We got home and Lee made one of her magical smoothies. She is doing her baking magic now and we’re on our way to having challah at sundown.
Please remember to be grateful for the little things as well as the big things….even crummy Walmart Chinese auto batteries that only last several months. Shabbat Shalom. Lee and I are proverbial “Internet networkers”, and you’re likely to find us on any social media at any given time. We’re busy as beavers. We’ve discovered we live in a “Hollywood World” in many ways. Sort of a “What have you done for me lately”.
So we spend a lot of time online offering up as valuable of content as we can find to who we have decided are our marketplaces. But at sundown tonight, we will bring that to a halt (at least the business part) as the Jewish sabbath (or Shabbat) begins.
Tomorrow we play. We’ve both gotten into the habit of reciting our Rosetta Stone language module, I play the guitar, and then Lee chooses vintage movies on tv.
So Shabbat Shalom to all who observe Fri-Sat, Good Sabbath to those who observe on Sunday, and happy weekend to everybody else :) Sincerely, Rick
Rick London is a writer, musician, entrepreneur and cartoonist. He is best known for having founded Londons Times Offbeat Cartoons & Funny Gifts in 1997. They have since become #1 ranked by Google & Bing. He is married to wildlife and nature photographer Lee Hiller (Lee Hiller-London) who has the nature blog Hike Our Planet and numerous designer gift shops such as Lee Hiller Design.