The whole tire thing reminded me of a story with R. He was not into cars, didn't really fix stuff. Don't get me wrong he had his own talents, like cooking with out the fire alarm going off. :)
Any way, I was closing one night at work, it was winter and REALLY REALLY cold. I get out to the car and one of my tires was visibly low. I called R to let him know what was going on and that I would stop and get some air for the tire on the way home. I asked him how do I know when I've put enough air in the car. His advice was to attach the machine, turn on the air and count to ten. It makes me laugh to think about it now.
After he got sick I stepped down as manager and my boss put me in a store as a staff member, the store was located south of where we live and no where near my old location, where I use to manage. Anyway my first shift at the new location was a 12 hour shift. I didn't have a GPS with me, all I had were my written directions. Needless to say I couldn't see them at night, especially after 12 hours, that sounds good right? I ended up getting on the freeway going southbound, even further away from the house. oops. R was able to track where I was going based on my phone, it's an app you can use in case you loose your phone it shows you where the phone is on a map. Since we shared everything including the phone account he would check on me as to where I was. About ten minutes on my way "home" he calls me and asked if I was going to Iowa. It was so funny. He even told me he gave me 10 minutes to see if I would realize I was going the wrong way. I didn't. Good thing he called.
When I was running and training for the half marathon I would do 10 mile runs. He would track me on my phone if it was getting late because he was a worrier. So one time he sent me a text message to see if I was ok. I told him I was trying to figure out where I was and I'd be home soon. I was on the other side of town. That was one thing I liked about running, I would just go and not have a destination. Once I reached half the distance I was suppose to run to meet the training goal I would start looking at street signs and figure out where I was and get home from there. I use to do the same thing with the princess when she fit in the bike trailer. I would ride my bike and pull the little trailer behind me, we found tons and tons of parks in the area. We even had these duck quakers we would blow as we rode. You should see some of the looks, head turns, smiles, and giggles we got from people walking or sitting on benches as we rode by. Anyway, I digress, back to the running. R responded to my text of me trying to figure out where I was so I could start the run home by giving me directions to get home. Then he sends a text asking if I want a ride because I don't want to over do it. Of course ten minutes later, he found me with the car with a huge water bottle with ice water waiting for me in the car.
I have to admit I kinda miss being spoiled with little things like that. Did you know R always put gas in my car? I would call on my way home and tell him I had to get gas, he would just say, come home I'll put gas in it later, and he did. I was quite capable, I'd done it many times, I'm not the princess type, he just wanted me to come home. I've always been a strong & independent person. Even took me a little bit to get use to someone doing something for me after we got married. These last four years I've had to get use to doing everything myself again. From doing half of the house up keep inside and out to doing all of it. I figured it out and made it work. That's the new motto you know. The pendulum swings and I'm learning to adjust once again. Though I'm still not good at asking for help, like R use to say my tombstone will say, it's okay I'm fine.
My mind is just going tonight, I'm sorry I must seem so scattered.
love you handsome man, good night my dear.
take care
