I accomplished all of my major tasks on Friday and was driving Kate's car up I-75 from Atlanta, through Chattanooga toward Cleveland. I had the Kinks' "Low Budget" playing on my ipod and I was singing along with the music about as loud as I could manage, which was quite loud since I was all alone, the headphones were on my head, and there was no one to complain about my singing. At any rate, I had just passed into the area around Cleveland, Tennessee, when the airconditioning in Kate's car quit.
At this point, I could have got really mad and cursed Henry Ford, the inventors of airconditioning and any one else who sprang to mind. However, I was singing along with Ray Davies of the Kinks and I was not to be bothered with silly little details. So, I continued on my route, finished singing along with the music, and rolled the car window down enough to let a little additional air into the interior of the car.
That wasn't quite sufficient. I still began to sweat a bit in the near July heat. But I survived, completed my journey and now I am in the study upstairs writing this piece and thinking about breakfast and taking Tex out before he befouls the interior of the house.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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