Today was supposed to be trash day; load the truck up with six weeks of garbage and make a run to the city dump. But the truck wouldn’t start, so I’m back here in the office writing Day 7 of the National Monthly Journal Writing event.
I’ve had my office chair for well on 20 years but the wheels have begun to balk. I’ve taken them off and pulled threads out of the axles, cleaned them up and they’ve struggled on a bit longer, but they weren’t as easy to move as they should be. I took one of the wheels to the local office supply store to see if they could order new wheels — yes, they can — they come in a set of five and the price is $51.00 before the cost of shipping. At that rate I could have a whole new chair without the 20 years of stains in the seat. Back to the drawing board… Last weekend, our neighbor had a couple of chairs for sale in their yard sale. they didn’t sell so he put a FREE sign on them. Still no takers, but I walked over to check out the office chair to see if it might be a potential replacement for my chair. Nope — it sat too low, but the wheels moved really well. Today, since our truck wouldn’t start, the neighbor had loaded the chairs into his pickup and was going to make his own dump run. I quickly pulled one of the wheels off my office chair and walked over with my husband to see if they would match up with the neighbor’s chair. Whoo hoo! Perfect match!! Now I have new wheels (literally) and can roll around the office with a lot less effort.
You’d think new wheels would be a poor topic for a daily journal entry, but until you’ve hassled with an office chair that doesn’t want to move, you have no idea. It doesn’t take much to make me a happy camper.
Robert just came in to apologize and I asked him what for. I thought he meant about not being able to take the trash to the dump — no, he was apologizing for having to spend money getting the truck fixed. It will need to be towed, which means a call to AAA. I told him I was glad that if it was going to have a problem that it was better to have it here at home in the garage than out on the highway or somewhere remote where we couldn’t get help right away. So come Monday, the first order of the day will be to arrange to get the truck towed to the repair shop. One thing gets fixed and another one breaks — such is the pattern of life.
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them — and don’t just say it out of habit, say it with your whole being. Life is fragile and change comes when we least expect it. We want to always know that we’ve told those we love that we love them.