Free Write

        It is Friday or payday in my neck of the woods.   While payday is usually a day most people look forward to, I approach it with mixed emotions.  It is on pay day when I have to sit down and figure out where every bit of money will be allocated down to the last cent then I must follow the plan to the letter and carry it out.  As much as I stress out about this, I always feel blessed when I have a plan.  My mom always said that the Lord always provides and she is right and I am always grateful. 

      Lately I have been making an effort to ride my exercise bike 20-30 minutes a day.  One day this week I got on my bike and started to pedal and it simply wouldn’t go.       Something has been going desperately wrong with the tension adjustment for quite a while.  Regardless of that fact it was still quite a shock to the system to climb on and not be able to move the pedals at all!  I looked the manufacturer up on the internet and decided to give their customer service department a call.  A live body was on the phone in no time telling me that they no longer stocked parts for the model I have.  Well isn’t that special?   I didn’t say I wanted to order parts, I simply want the damn thing to go preferably with no tension at all so I can get on there and pedal my way to good health.  That is the idea, right?  After the revelation that there were no parts to be had the kind lady suggested perhaps I could take this beast apart and loosen the bearings and grease them.  I chalked that up on my honey-do list.  On the upside while on the phone I discovered I could pedal my exercise bike perfectly fine backwards!!  Seriously it is almost comical as ass backwards as I am that I have to pedal backwards too now.   I am hoping that pedaling backwards will do more good than going frontwards ever has.

        That honey-do list keeps getting longer.  Perhaps it wouldn’t be quite so long if my husband came home more often.  Unfortunately he won’t be home for another week.  Since his last visit the dryer has been dying a slow death.  Now it will only dry on one setting and it takes several times to accomplish that.  So here I am draping clothes everywhere in an effort to dry them before I put them in the dryer with that fancy little sheet that will make our clothes smell all wonderful and soften the jeans from the cardboard texture you get from hanging them about.  Our blazer’s transmission is doing bad things.  God only knows what is wrong with that but when my husband comes home we will take it for diagnostics so at least we are only buying the parts we need and fixing what needs to be fixed.   Last but not least we all look forward to next weekend because it will be a triple celebration that will be long over due.  We will be celebrating my husband and daughter’s birthdays and going to eat for our anniversary as well.  Nothing like killing three birds with one stone as the saying goes.  Needless to say, I will be glad for my husband to come home.  Things need to be fixed, things need to be celebrated, and after all 3 weeks is just way too long.