Sunday, November 30, 2014

Head, Shoulders, News And 'Hoe's

Ack! Something is going on in the atmosphere that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's joints are fighting. All joints. And sinuses. Simply sitting at my New Delly's keyboard in my dark basement lair is agony. The knuckles of my left hand have taken an extreme exception to the atmospheric pressure. I put my knee ice on them for a few minutes, then held them in front of the heater under my desk. Such a rotation four times made it possible for me not to cry out in pain. Don't know what's going on, but I'm not liking it.

My mom is finally seeing the real doctors tomorrow, after the upperclassmen of the medical students tended her over the four-day holiday weekend. She is doing well, with the exception of her right leg, which objects to pulling its weight. They seem to think she had neither stroke nor heart issues, but rather a seizure of undetermined origin. She is expected to make a full recovery, but must go from hospital to rehab until her leg is strengthened. She has all movement back in her arm. Those were the only two appendages affected.

We are muddling through here at the Mansion. Farmer H's vacation week was taken up with hospital visits. Even I feel bad for him. Today he used some glass-carrier's suction cups which he bought at the auction Saturday night for a dollar to remove a dent in his Pacifica's side. More on how that dent occurred at a later date.

T-Hoe seems to list to the right now that I made The Pony use my school keys to release four pounds of air from the tire that Farmer H had fixed, even though nothing was wrong with it. We added five pounds of air to the bad tire. Now there is only a four-pound discrepancy between them. But T-Hoe pulls to the right. Seems like it should be the opposite.

Oh, and even though the mechanics that we paid $565 to put T-Hoe back together again say they repaired a tire that had nothing wrong with it...they left off the stem cap. So we were ripped off not only for unnecessary repairs, but for a stem cap.

Some months, it just doesn't pay to be Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. And it pays even less to be Farmer H.

2 comments:

Sioux said...

I think you should find out from the federal government how much THEY pay for a stem cap, and then send a bill--for that amount--to the mechanics.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
That's a most scathingly brilliant idea! However, Farmer H, being a jack-of-all-doodads, has a stem cap to spare.