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Hoo boy. My first day, and I was treated to a Stake Conference, which happens every six months. Normally, I really look forward to them because they often have “general authorities” from SLC. Today was no different. Except I didn’t know it was going to be a Stake Conference. They normally start at 1000 and last two hours, so I was there approximately 0840, and had to sit for an hour plus waiting for things to start.

Today, they changed the Ward boundaries and added a new Stake, and I was there until shortly after noon. I met a few people from different wards and the lady that sat beside me said her grandson had served his mission in Bakersfield at the same time James was there on his mission! She was from another ward.

And did I tell you it was raining? About 1110, I was beginning to feel the pain creep back (I had to stand at one point, and that was my first clue) but my feet had begun to swell because I was tied to the chair or I would lose it. Truly, because it was SRO!

I decided to come home. Nope. The BB SUV didn’t want to. The engine just groaned and whimpered, and never did turn over, so I’m thinking the battery needs to be replaced, and called AAA for a jump. Nope. Not the battery. So that driver called for a tow truck, and I sat in my truck, listening to the rain on the roof, and tried not to look at my watch.

The tow truck got there just as the meeting was letting out, and for just coming out of church, they were a rude bunch. The tow truck was facing into the parking lot and of course, everyone was trying to come out. He managed to get it up on the flatbed, and someone in a pickup truck pulled in front of him — nose to nose. How he expected the tow truck to get out of his way is beyond me. No one wanted to give him room, or allow me to crawl up into the cab of the tow truck (in heels and a skirt,) so he just backed out. That made some people a little upset.

However, he said he’d lived here most of his life and he knew a mechanic that was good when it came to Geos, and just about that time, one of my neighbors came over, introduced himself, and agreed with the tow truck driver that the mechanic he suggested was very good.

So tomorrow, I’ll call and see what he’ll charge to troubleshoot the truck. Of course, all I can think of is Beaker’s spendy appointment Wednesday, the cost of the would-be mechanic and my power bill which I don’t have, yet. Yepper. No one can ever accuse me of leading a boring life!