Other Things…
My son is here for 2 weeks. He got in early this morning at 1:00am. I’ve been tired all day but sill wanted to be a good host to him. Had a mishap today on our way to the commissary at Ft. Meade. I ran over something on the highway.
My son said (with a tone): “Um, Mom, you just ran over a piece of steel.” I said: “Yeah? So?” About a minute later I found out what the tone was about.
I said: “Hey! What’s that noise?” He said: “You have a flat tire.”
I asked: “How did you know that was steel?” He shrugged and said: “I heard it.”
I pulled off the road and without saying a word, the son got out went to the back and started rummaging around. Now, round here, as in all great metropolitan area…most males would have pulled out their cells and called AAA. True metrosexuals probably have an app for that…an AAApp?…then we would have sat there and waited for hours until AAA showed up. I confess, I was mentally mapping out the AAA call, the wait and was deep in a debate with myself whether I should get hold of the husband to come rescue me when it dawned on me that what I was looking at in the rear view mirror was the son holding a tire iron. He had the tire changed inside of 20 minutes.
I remembered an article I read some years back about how we make fun of rednecks but really, rednecks and country boys can fix things. My son fixed my flat tire and got us back on the road. It makes me happy that he can do things like that. Straight to the dealership for a new tire. Never did make it to the commissary so we managed a nice lunch at the mall instead. It pays to be flexible.
Don’t know how I’m going to be able to find the time to sew with him here. Unless…I try my hand at making him a shirt…hmmmm….yes, interesting, interesting…I like that… And, I can probably sneak in the knit top for my jumper while I’m at it.
For your viewing pleasure, here’s the patterns for my next 2 projects~
