I spent the evening last night with Mr. Foresberg, Brady and Ondy, and Steve, whose last name I don't know, at Brady and Ondy's new house. The house isn't new, but they've just bought it. It's in a nice neighborhood east of the University. I really like the back yard. I guess I like the whole house, except the kitchen, which seems like an afterthought, very small. I don't think that is going to work in the long run for Brady, who is a fantastic cook. Maybe it just isn't going to work for me at Brady and Ondy's. One of my favorite things to do with them is cook, and that kitchen isn't big enough for more than one person to work in. So, I'll set them to fixing it up for me. Now, laugh at my hubris.
Yesterday I tried to fix the clutch pedal ignition switch problem in my car. It has been working poorly for a while, which has resulted in me parking the car on a hill about half a mile away from my apartment so I could start it by compression the switch wasn't working. I drive relatively rarely, so it sat on the hill for several days without moving. I found a note under the windshield wiper last night that had been placed there several days ago. Someone was trying to protect their turf. They wrote for me to "please park somewhere else all day! Because there isn't enough parking up (there)." I kind of feel like parking it there again when I go home even though it is running fine now, with a new note under the window politely telling them where they can park their cars. That means hell. Laugh again at my hubris.
Anyway, the car is fixed. Dad suggested that we could use his volt meter to verify that depressing the button complets the circuit, allowing the starter to draw power. It did, so I just cut the wires and tried to strip the sheathing and twist them together to bypass the switch. But I couldn't get the sheathing off. Eventually I gave up and went in. I fell asleep in frustration on the couch, and as I covertly hoped he would, Dad went out and fixed it.
I'm a little surprised that I never guessed that I am ADD before I was diagnosed a couple years ago. I fool myself sometimes into thinking that I bring something that he lacks when we work together on projects. But mostly it is just obvious that he is the one who fulfills the circuit when I can't do it, like he did this time. I woke up when he came in after finishing. It's working consistantly so far. Dad's getting older though, and I can't help aknowledging to myself that when he's gone, and it could be sooner rather than later, I'll be somewhat at loose ends. But at the least my car is running right now.
