Dead Battery

At the moment, high above the earth in an airplane, I am wondering what it will feel like to sleep in my own bed. I won’t get to be there long. The next trip is fast approaching, so I plan to savor every moment in it that I get. I am also wondering how much snow will still be there to shovel off the drive and front patio. My dear neighbor did the sidewalks for me. Remind me to buy her a bottle of her favorite wine for the holidays!

This flight is completely full. I’m going west this time, so the sun and clock are in my favor, but it will still be a long day by the time I am home. Funny thing is, after being in a household with a newborn, I don’t think that is going to affect me at all. I had a wonderful visit and hated to leave. I am excited about what is coming up and even more so about the long range plans to have the family close together once again. My son says I may be running a day-care soon, so be careful what I wish for!

Well, guess what? I was greeted by a foot of snow, a foot of mail, and a dead battery in my car. Not the optimal welcome home. My key fob had managed to work its way between the liner and the outside of my purse, so although I could feel it, I couldn’t find it in the dark parking lot. Mind you, it’s 18 degrees out, I’ve already removed everything from the purse and stuffed it all into my coat pockets, taken off my gloves so I can feel things – only it’s 18 degrees so I soon can’t feel a thing, and I’ve lost a glove, I just don’t know it yet. Inside the car is a flashlight and a knife – but I can’t get inside the car without the fob. I finally borrowed a knife, sliced open the purse and got the fob out only then my frozen fingers wouldn’t slide the hidden key out of the fob. The kind shuttle person got the key out, jumped the battery, brought my suitcase to the car through the snow and earned every penny of his tip. Oh, and I found my glove in the snow so all is well that ends well. (Yes, I now have a new battery.)

In less than a week Santa delivers secret surprises to my grandchildren. My role is baking cookies, cleaning up afterward, and hugging them silly. I know I can do a pretty good job of that.

and so it goes…

About Barbara K Tyner

A graduate of UCCS with a degree in English Lit., Barbara writes Children's Literature as well as mainstream fiction. Her popular children's series, The Badger Books, is co-authored with Barbara's daughter, Laura. Her first novel, "Wait Here, Wait There" deals with grief and Alzheimer's. Her second novel, Rhyaden, a middle grade fantasy released Nov. 2018. Gardening, exploring National Parks, Kayaking, hiking, and snow-shoeing top her list of favorite hobbies.
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1 Response to Dead Battery

  1. Eric Smith says:

    Thats a good story… I felt like i was there w u in the snow and dark 18 degrees. Love Eric

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