Moths

As it turns out, it appears that I hate moths. Not all moths that would be silly. Just the ones that I found plastered all over the front of my cars hood and grill. I suppose it could be grass hoppers, which would be worse; they turn into a kind of bug cement and are really difficult to get rid of.

Louise drove to Saskatchewan and for some reason hundreds and hundreds of moths ended their lives by hitting a car going in excess of 120 Kilometres per hour. When Louise arrived home she told me about her trip, how the drive was, how the visit went and how tired she was that first night. Not one mention of the moths that had been plastered on the front of the car. There were enough wings that I suspected it might just take off. How could that not have been the first thing out of her mouth?

 

I drove the car around the front and started soaking the hardened bug bodies in preparation to scrub them off. I used a scrubbie and the brush which did an alright job. I know that in the cold light of tomorrow I will see just how many bugs I missed. There were thousands of the things. I imagine there is a large line up at the moth Pearly Gates. While I was scrubbing, I thought about the millions of people around the world who are doing the same thing as I was doing. That is a lot of dead bugs.

 

It could be worse I guess. I could have been the guy that had to clean the chariots after a battle. I would be complaining that the Gauls were a bitch to scrape off if you didn’t get at them right away. Oh, and the Brits, oh the Brits. You might just as well buy a new chariot if you get dried Brit on the hub caps.

 

I’m willing to give moths another chance, if they agree to stay the hell away from my front bumper, grill and hood.

Yah Baby!

Well, the second washer was delivered today, the first one was non functional sue to a broken door catch. This one has a working door and everything! Opening and closing the door was about all that I managed to do and everything else will have to wait until the laundress gets back from her trip to Regina. I will do the hook ups of course, but the first wash will belong to Louise.

There is something about firsts that just warms the heart. I suppose that it is the newness of it all. Getting a new car, even pre-owned car is a day that each of us remembers, for a while anyways. It needs not be the first car you have ever owned, just the first time that you have owned this particular car that is special. I am using “car”, but it applies to pretty much everything.

Even children are not immune to being the first. The first child always seems to get more than subsequent kids. They get undivided attention from both parents and any other child has to share that attention with number one. The first kid always have more photos taken, more impractical toys and clothing given to them than number two, three or four. It is even a bigger deal when number one gets ill. For the second kid you already know what to do in most instances and are aware that this particular malady is nothing to worry about. I know this first hand because I am a second child.

Perhaps that is why we die; there is nothing new to capture our imaginations. Well, nothing new that we actually care about enough to keep on living. Jeez, that is pretty sad. Personally, I find new and interesting things every day…really….no seriously, I don’t care to die at this point in time.

You know, the first washer was more exciting because we had to wait longer for it and our anticipation made it special. It had shiny, blue tape all over it, hook up instructions taped on top of the machine and the glass (plastic) window had a protective plastic covering. The new one? We only had to wait four days, not weeks. There was shiny blue tape holding everything together, but I’d seen that before. The instructions were old news and I have a feeling that plastic on the window is going to be a pain in the ass to remove.

Four days ago everything was new and exciting; today there is a new washer in the basement that is waiting for me to do some work. Ho-hum!

Mind you, pretty soon I will have old clothes that have been washed in the brand new washer and dried in the new dryer. Yah Baby!!!