Well, here I am again. I’ll bet the 3 people who follow me were wondering if this blogging thing was a one hit wonder. I assure you it is not a wonder. But it is also not a one hit.
My newly purchased, used macbook ( which I purchased for the sole purpose of writing) decided it liked its old owner better and revolted against me. I’m going to assume he was a communist. Because I don’t like him. Or his Macbook. Anyway, a small computer repair shop in Tucson got me back up and going so here it is…my second post.
I took my truck into the shop several weeks ago to get the AC up and running again. I was fine without having this common luxury while in New Mexico and was determined to continue in my resistance here in Tucson, but the visit of my dear sister and her hubby forced my hand and I took the old White Witch into the shop.
Upon picking it back up, the shop mechanic at the front desk very sadly and dramatically informed me that my fan clutch was going out and it would soon overheat, catch on fire and likely pass on over the great divide. He was very concerned about me. He even had an estimate ready to hand me so when I died in the flames of my burning truck at least it would not be on his conscience.
$275.00
Yes, that’s right. But how can one put a price on one’s life? So I thanked him deeply and assured him that I would be back to be given another grant on life. Caring soul. Bless him.
And then I promptly went to Auto Zone and bought a fan clutch for $65, watched a free YouTube video on how to hold belt pulleys still without buying a special tool, and changed that life threatener myself like a real housewife. I’m kind of like Rosie the Riveter. All strong and stuff.
Because being a good military housewife is all about being independent, being a money saver, and being able to keep up with all the mishaps while the hubby is away. Or is it??? Mostly I fixed my own truck before becoming a dependa, I’m an awful money saver as I buy way too many clothes, and when my hubby is home the mishaps multiply. (heehee)
Seriously tho…as a wife to an incredible man who is dedicated to his country (and all that that entails) I am humbled by the privilege of being able to make his house a home, keep the worries to a minimum, and hold the fort. When I started my own Air Force journey 5 years ago I would not have thought that it would have ended with my hands in the dish water. But maybe deep inside I did. Maybe deep inside I am OK with being a help meet. With being a supporter. With being a wife. With being all the things that modern western society rejects.
Maybe in the end I was OK with being a Proverbs wife. .. But with guns. And trucks. And tattoos. And freedom from all expectations. I love my family. I love God. I love freedom. And I’m blessed beyond measure to be able to be a part of His ultimate plan.
Coherent ramblings of a feral, military housewife... 