For the last year our windshield wipers have been on and off. Finally they shut completely off as the motor coughed up its last breath. On Saturday I found myself rained in all day without wipers. This was compounded by an empty refrigerator. It's bad when you are considering soy sauce and stale triscuits as a lunch. Eventually we broke down and ordered an overpriced pizza from pizza hut. So this week we'll have to find the time and the cash for the $240 (yes, two-hundred and fourty dollars!) windshield wiper motor.
Rebekah and I worked on a new 6a2 song on Sunday. I think I'm in love, with Rebekah and the song. I joke about liking pop divas - Mandy, Christina, Avril. There is an element of truth in it. I can appreciate a well crafted pop song. Junk food is satisfying, is it not? Well the new song we are working on captures that spirit. It's not a perfect carbon-copy but close. The verse starts out as 80's synth pop - depeche mode but then the chorus kicks in and it launches straight into 90's teen girl pop music. It's so delicious.
This week and next will be a slow, agonizing countdown to vacation. I just need to keep busy . . .
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