I fully enjoy being a dame~ but I'm damned GRATEFUL for my masculine intuition!

Upon leaving my home to have blood drawn for a routine physical yesterday, my remote garage door opener/closer didn’t work! Thankfully, I finally got the door down, but considered I might need a new battery (silly me, I thought these things just worked forever!).

After dropping off blood (at Walgreens) I asked if the store sold batteries for my opener. They DID (thank God), and two gents working behind the counter inserted a new one for me. I wanted to do more errands while I was out, and noticed my car’s horn didn’t work when I tried to alert a car that was parked directly in front of the parking lot I was about to exit (some people . . . it just makes ya wonder if God ran outta brains when their turn in line came around).

I was happy I discovered this second little speed-bump yesterday under relatively benign conditions, and offered up a little Thank You, in prayer.

My mechanic isn’t far from that spot, so I drove over and explained the issue. I told ‘em I thought we might just need a fuse replacement (for a dame, I’m fairly intuitive about diagnosing car issues).

“We have no room today, long weekend and all. We’re backed up!” OK, so I made an appt. for next Tuesday morning to have my baby’s HORN problem diagnosed.

I’ve always felt that if I can repair something myself, by golly it’s gonna get done! While roaming thru my 1989 Volvo Owner’s Manual, I found the fuse page. I went out to my garage with a flashlight, to see if I could rectify this little issue.

I struggled for awhile to get the new fuse placed, but emerged victorious! Probly saved myself 100 bucks, ‘cause you KNOW how mechanics can be~ especially those who work ONLY on specific makes. Bottom line, I turned the ignition on, and my horn works perfectly!

Good Job, Schreiber!!! I shouted aloud in my usual, self-congratulatory fashion. More and more, I appreciate how it feels (‘specially in today’s fucked up world) to relish and celebrate even the tiniest pleasures, joys and achievements.

Most of grew up without positive mirroring. Due to this, we never gained an accurate self-perception. That was our parental units’ fault, but we’re not obliged to carry on that tradition! In fact, it’s essential we break the habit of being hard on ourselves, or Happiness remains unattainable. In short, no good comes from this behavior.

Besides . . . he who tooteth not his own horn, it shall not be tooted!