Last week Badona’s Nissan Sentra didn’t pass inspection because the lights that shine on the license plate didn’t work. The place where I took it wanted a lot of money to replace two bulbs. I thought I could do it myself for free. When I got the car home and started working on it, I saw why they wanted so much money. There was no way to get to the bulbs easily. The trunk liner had to be removed and there were only small holes to get your hand inside to turn a wrench. Next, there was a decorative cover that had to be removed before you could get to the bulbs. In the process of trying to get the nuts off, my hand twisted and I dropped the wrench. It fell inside the small hole and there seemed to be no way to get it out. I got another wrench to finish removing the nuts. All this work and the bulbs were still good! I checked the fuses, dropped one inside the fuse box, and none of the fuses were out, either! Well, I took the car back to the shop and had to pay a lot more money for them to figure out the problem. A wire had broken at the trunk hinge. Apparently, raising and lowering the trunk over the course of eight years broke a wire.
Now, we had a trunk with a tiny wrench rattling around inside the lid. The car runs fine and passed inspection, but it would be nice to get my wrench back. We prayed about it several times. We used several magnets to try to retrieve it, and even poked a wire around. We left the trunk liner off and tried slinging the car around on sharp corners. Nothing worked. When raising the trunk lid, you would hear the “clunk” of the wrench and could sort of figure out where it was wiggling, but there was no way to reach it. I drove the car up on ramps to try to move it out to the center of the trunk were the holes are. I shook the car, but it looked dangerous. Finally, Badona said, “Put the cover back on and give it up.”
The next morning when Badona was loading her stuff in the trunk for her day out, she called me to come outside. The wrench was sliding loose! I took the cover off again. As we lowered the trunk and raised it up, the wrench slid into one of the holes. I grabbed it! No more rattling in the back! We prayed and thanked the Lord right there. He had more to do with getting that wrench out than we did! But I remember when working on cars and trucks was easier. In fact, you could actually climb right into the hood of some vehicles. I guess I long for those days when things were simpler. But one day in the future (look at the warning signs in this time we are living in) when Jesus returns, travelling will be very simple!
We recently had two rose-breasted grosbeaks visit our feeders. They stayed around for a few days. The male is really bright black and white with a red spot on its chest. The female is dull in comparison. I have a hard time seeing the red on them, but I knew what they were the instant I saw them. Badona saw the bright red immediately.
We used to have evening grosbeaks at our feeders, but we haven’t seen them in two years. Maybe they don’t like cats. The Rufus-sided towhees are also bright as well as the finches. But I think the indigo bunting is the brightest. Blue is one color I can see well.
I’m blessed that we still can afford to feed the birds. And when Jesus returns, I will be able to see all the colors. The blue jays are calling me. They get on the bird pole and jump up and down and make a racket until I take them some bread or nuts. The cats also go after the bread, but the blue jays get their share.
Friday, June 10, was one of those fishing days that keeps you fishing! Thursday was a long day waiting at the Eye Institute for hours. My bones get stiff, and I had to get up and walk around. I don’t think much of the medical field or their ability to schedule time. They seem not to teach that in school.
It was good to get out on Friday. Johnny and I met at precisely 8 a.m., loaded his boat, and went to Garrett’s Marina where we put in. I convinced Johnny to put on a silver rattletrap, and I put on a white one. We soon started catching stripers. Sometimes we caught them back to back. Most of them were over 20 inches. I don’t know how many we caught, but we only kept four, two apiece. The four we kept was because we had a hard time getting the rattletraps out of their mouths. Somewhere in the Rappahannock River is a stingray with one of my rattletraps in its mouth! Johnny said he was going to go out and buy himself some rattletraps. He had never caught fish before using lures.
Striper season ends on June 15, so I’m hoping we have a chance to get out there one more time before then. I’m hoping we’ll have as good a day as we did on Friday. Whatever happens, God always blesses!
One of the wild cats we have around here is mostly white with a gray patch on its head and three spots on its back. Its tail is all gray except at the tip. We can’t get close to it, but it hangs around the birdfeeder pole in our front yard. It is quite comical to watch it try to catch birds. Its bright white color really stands out. It will climb to the top of the pole and try to swat at a bird. It has never caught any. It also sleeps at the bottom of the pole. And while the cat is sleeping, the birds eat like it is going to be their last meal.
We have day lilies growing all around the bottom of the birdfeeder pole. There is a path between the thick day lilies where the cats pass through. We also have a squirrel that visits the birdfeeder. This morning the squirrel was on the ground eating seeds that had been thrown down by the birds. The white cat was sleeping on the other side of the day lilies. The cat woke up to hunt, and it and the squirrel met face to face in the center of the path. The cat jumped up in the air and went backwards. The squirrel jumped up and climbed the bird pole where it jumped from the top and ran into the woods. The cat recovered and acted like nothing had happened. The best television ever!