The Funny Things We Do

Okay, I’ll admit it.  Maybe you don’t make as many funny mistakes as I make.  I make lots of them.  But, I learned a long time ago that if you can’t laugh at yourself, you’ll spend a lot of time watching other people laugh.

My truck was making a funny noise as I was leaving work on Wednesday.  Not funny!  The noise was coming from the engine compartment.  I checked my gauges.  The oil pressure gauge was near ZERO!  There are many things that you can do to a vehicle and they will forgive you.  Running the engine out of oil is not normally forgivable.  I pulled back into the parking lot and killed the engine.

I popped the hood and called my handsome hero, my best friend and my lover.  One man, one phone call!  He answered and I told him about the noise.  He asked if there was oil on the dipstick.  I had already checked.  I had golden brown oil all over both hands because I was too impatient to get a tissue from the backseat of the truck.  I had wiped off the dipstick with my fingers and put it back in the hole.  This time there was a tiny hint of oil on the end of the dipstick.  Not good, people.  Not good at all.

“Sit tight.”  He said.  I could hear the smile in his voice.  “I’m bringing you some oil.”

We put the oil in the truck.  I started it.  The noise had gone away!  Yeah!

But . . .

I looked at the oil pressure gauge.  It still said almost ZERO!

I had My Hero look at the gauge.  He sighed and said.  “That’s your engine temperature.  The oil pressure gauge is on the other side of your speedometer!”

The engine was low on oil.  I have no idea if it was low on oil pressure!

Blessings to you and yours and may your oil of joy never run out!


(Update on the engine:  There was a hole in my oil filter!)

My Writing Class: Inklings

I am SO excited about class this Saturday.  The first time I had any of my writing published it was a poem.  Now, I’m trying to get novels published.  The things I learned then are true now.  The most important one is this:  It is easier if someone else does all the leg work!

No such luck now.  I do have many wonderful people who encourage me, pray for me, laugh for and with and sometimes at me.  I need them each and every one!  I still have to do the leg work!

However, we press on.  This week we will be talking about poetry.  Sonnets, rhyme schemes or not, limericks, haiku, songs . . .  The Star Spangled Banner was originally written as a poem.  I still get misty eyed every time I hear it played.  What kind of poetry do you (hate is such a strong word) dislike the most?  Maybe poetry isn’t for you.  Maybe the problem is you had the wrong ones jammed down your throat as a kid.  Give it a try again.  Come write one with us 4343 North Flood, Norman OK.  Yes, we are having it at a church.  You don’t have to be a member to come.  The name of the church is Victory Family Church.  We will meet from 9 to 10.

For your reading pleasure, here is a poem I wrote.  I hope you like it.

I Run

When the path is soft and the grass is green and water flows sweetly in the sparkling stream, I run.

When the trail is dusty and the night is long and the coyote cries in mournful song, I run.

When the dulling heat ad numbed my will and every road leads straight up hill, I run.

When I am afraid I’ll lose my way, afraid to go, afraid to stay, I run.

Because in this race I find success when I dare to do my very best, I run.

For the path has steps that it only shows to those who dare and boldly go, just run!

Learning to run.