Badger and I felt twisted up like pretzels; she probably had it worse than me.
With only a fold‑up jump seat in the back and a broken front seat, we both ended up hunched over.
My back ached for hours after we got home and still twinges now.
Cowboy came up with a clever fix for the dirty truck bed.
He grabbed my clothes baskets, we loaded the groceries into them, and tied them down.
Since they’re plastic, we just rinsed them off once we got home.
We did get our pizza and coffee, though it turned out a bit disappointing.
They didn’t have the flavor Badger wanted in the coffee, and the only one who liked “Hungry Howie’s” pizza was, oddly enough, Heron.
That surprised me, because usually Heron avoids pizza altogether; making pizza has been his job at the pizzeria for the last few years.
He always says he doesn’t even want to think about pizza once he’s off work, but he enjoyed “Hungry Howie’s.”
We made it home before 12:30 PM, which felt like record timing.
Cowboy startled all three of us by popping out of bed at 8:30 am, right as Heron was getting ready for work.
He had to grab his morning medication from the bathroom, which meant poor Heron had to vacate mid‑routine, towel and all.
By 9:40 am, Cowboy had us on the road, something that only happens once in a blue moon.
We couldn’t make many stops, since the clothes baskets only held so much.
On top of that, there’s barely room for Badger to breathe in that jump seat, which is really just a padded flap bolted to the wall.
With it being a two‑door truck, she didn’t even bother getting out at the few stops we made besides Walmart.
It’s simply more hassle than it’s worth.
Riding in that stinky old truck is pure misery.
We made it home with plenty of time for Cowboy to eat dinner, take care of his chickens, call the car repair shop, and take a nap.
About that car, I only heard Cowboy’s side of the conversation.
Apparently they were insinuating that it was out of gas.
I heard Cowboy tell them it was filled up last Thursday and only driven once since.
He was fuming when he got off the phone, said that they couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
All they did was reset the computers in it.
As Cowboy had no way to get to the shop, and they’re closed on the weekends, he’ll pick it up Monday.
If it’s going to show its rear end again, I hope it does it in the repair shop parking lot.
Time for Cowboy to head to work rolled around, same as always.
With Raven off at the other parent’s house for the weekend, Badger and I walked down to the creek church to sit for a while.
It was noisier than usual, so I joked with Badger that Bigfoot must be stomping through the trees.
Really, it was just a family of squirrels tossing nuts and chattering at us, upset that we’d interrupted whatever squirrelly meeting they had going on.
With dark coming so early, we have to cut our peaceful break shorter than we’d like.
It’s nice down there, even if the shade, the breeze, and the water make it a little chilly.
We came home, and Badger stayed outside until well past dark, working on her walking stick.
I came in and read until she wandered back inside, then we had a light supper and watched a few episodes of our TV series.
With no car, and Badger and me not willing to ride in that truck, it’s shaping up to be a full stay-home weekend.
Luckily, I’ve got my TV and my Kindle, so I’m not hurting for entertainment.
Time to get the dogs out to potty and call it a night.
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