Love went back to work today and was reassured that he would have a job after his bypass surgery.
Love's car is on ramps, half in and half out of my garage. I put in the new bulb and socket that he said was the problem, but upon examination, there were twelve loose wires that weren't connected to anything. I worked on it for at least three solid hours, between trips into the house to warm up. He now has flasher lights, one signal light and taillights. His tail lights dim when the brakes are applied, one signal light doesn't work and I gave up on the back up lights. It's too cold to work on it in this zero degree weather. It's going to the garage tomorrow. I needed Love's help pushing down the brake pedal while I tried different wiring patterns, but when the slightest little thing goes wrong, he storms off, and he did. He said we can't work on anything together, and he made a believer out of me.
Trying to save money, Love bought some cheap aerolsol hair spray. He used it before he went to work, and by the time he got there, his hair was everywhere. He wasted his money, because he'll buy his old brand, and never use the aerosol can. It's ended up costing him almost twice as much. Mom and I will be stuck with the cheap aerosol brand that won't hold our hair either.
I use two different brands of hair dye. One brand is used every third dye job, because it produces long-lasting color, but it doesn't wash out well. The other brand I use two consecutive times; it washes out superbly, leaves my hair with a high gloss, but doesn't color as well originally. If they can put a man on the moon, why can't they invent a decent hair dye product?
Speaking of high gloss, I waxed my floors, and isn't it ironic that I feel like one of the 'Stepford Wives". I'm not perfect enough; I must get down on my hands and knees and scrub off all of the old wax, before I can begin the wax build-up process again. How many lives are lived with the same premise, I must get rid of all the old before I can begin anew?
There was a show on TV about incest. Many families are torn apart, leaving lifelong guilt and shame by everyone involved, directly or indirectly. It's very profound when you realise that one out of seven minors, male or female, are molested. That's one out of seven people, who will have difficulty, not including the molesters, wives or husbands, girlfriends or boyfriends, grandparents, other siblings, other relatives and friends. I wonder what the odds are for every person involved directly or otherwise. How many lives does it really affect and leave permanently scared.
