The week was active and fulfilling.
Wednesday I took Dad to visit his new doctor again. We had some paperwork the home wants on file...after our visit we stopped for lunch at Sophia's Cafe. It was an added bonus to run into Lynette and Erin out enjoying spring break.
Michael and I dropped Melia off at Stacia's college and we drove into Eagle River for church at ACF. Michael preached again on Sunday at WCC - we are happy to have the Wed option. Melia and Stacia went over to the boy's home for a sibling game night.
I didn't share about our adventure last Wednesday night coming home from church. It was COLD and we discovered my right headlight was out. We tried to replace it with a bulb we had and realized it was the wrong type. We drove on to Freddies, bought another bulb, and Michael again tried to replace it. All this repair work happening in negative temps. This one was also the wrong bulb. We decided to drive home.
We drove down the highway, through Palmer, out the Old Glenn and were pulling onto our street when we saw bright flashing lights.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Michael held up the bulb and told him the story.
He wanted our proof of insurance and vehicle registration. This is the first time I've been stopped since we moved up here. I was sure I HAD the stuff but not sure exactly which folder or box it was in.
It turns out our proof was dated 2022.
Trooper Smith* asked me to find proof online. I began to do that - and, of course, when you are nervous nothing works quite right.
At this point Trooper notices Michael hands are really shaking. He began to check the back of our car...."Where are you coming from?"
"Church."
"On WEDNESDAY night at this time?"
"Well, we had tried to replace the bulb, but yes church meets on Wed and Sunday."
"Where do you attend?"
"ACF, have you heard of it?"
"What's in the container?" (Ignoring my attempt to invite him to check out ACF.)
"What container?"
"On the back floorboard."
"Mini chimis."
"Mini chimis from WHERE?"
"Garcias."
"Should I go try to get mini chimi's at Garcia's?"
"Sure, if you like them. They are good."
"Why are you shaking?"
"I have Parkinsons." I helpfully add, "Please don't ask him to walk a straight line."
"Where do you live?"
"The NEXT driveway up."
Shew! Appears Troopers get nervous when they see signs you may be overly nervous. We explained Parkinson's and he relaxed, greatly.
We came home, fixed the light and this evening went to church again. Hoping Trooper Smith saw us and noted the repaired headlight.
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| Man under the hood |
We took Livie and Ellie home after church...when Michael noticed the left headlight was out. He'd replaced BOTH bulbs the day before. The old bulb was still in the car, so we put it back in and drove home. It backfired to try to replace both bulbs.
*Names have been changed.
