But have you ever been typing away when all of a sudden the actual act of typing jolts you out of the flow of what you were writing? I mean, some words are just so darned fun to type that I suddenly become aware of the mechanics of typing them.
This happens to me most often with words typed entirely by one hand. These are my faves:
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And just plain fun to type: committee. In fact, I usually end up putting two “i’s” in there because I get carried away.
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At least one of the grumbles from the other day has been solved. But it’s a bit embarrassing how it all turned out. That stinky melting plastic-y smell coming from my car? I couldn’t stand it anymore. Envisioning my car catching fire while I was in the middle of nowhere among other disastrous causes/effects was driving me crazy. Only using the heater at half capacity in an attempt to avoid the smell was (a.) freezing me to death and (b.) not working. So I broke down and took the car into the garage to find the source of the stink.
Turns out a lousy plastic grocery bag had become stuck to the catalytic converter (or whatever–some part underneath the car that gets hot, I am no expert on cars) and was melting on it so the fan was blowing the smell inside the car. I’d likely driven over the bag at some point.
A small bit of stink lingers, like my vague feeling that perhaps I should have discovered the root cause myself, but in my defense I am not in the habit of lying on the ground and crawling under my car.
The end result is that I am a little lighter in the wallet (groan) but also a little lighter in the worry department. Phew!
…I had to be winched out of the ditch in my driveway after driving off it in slippery snow
…the tow truck who winched me subsequently got stuck in my driveway because it broke through the hard packed base and became mired in the stuff
…my hubby had to be come-alonged (by a neighbour) out of the driveway ditch because it is highly probably that the tow truck company will have nothing to do with us ever again this winter
…the kids have had two snow days and so missed school
…the snow, weighing down tree branches, has caused the power to go off at least once almost every day (I am now a whiz at programming the clock on my microwave, stove, coffee maker, you name it)
And that’s in the last two weeks. And the white stuff keeps falling!!
Yes, the spectre of snow looms large for me. I’ll try not to grumble too much but I’d better not make any promises.
