One After Another

 I can tell it's Christmas just by looking at my email.  I can easily spot the scammers.  I have three mail accounts, all of which seem to get hit by the same bundles of joy.  So when I see the same name three times in a row, it's rather a dead giveaway!

I'm not sure what all you males are up to, but I think I get more male enhancement emails than anything.  I mean dozens of them a day.  Following close behind are those for CBD which will kill all the pain from all the activities that came from the male enhancement.

I can't tell you how many Bank of America vouchers I've received which will be immediately deposited in my account.  I don't HAVE a Bank of America account.  

Zoogbedemarjo@gmail.com wants to give me a million dollars, although she represents herself as Mrs. Patricia Fahada.  Sorry Patricia, I'm waiting for Mr. Mohammad Jasim from Africa who is sending me $13,500,000.00 I just inherited from my African relative who died in 1997.  Who knew??

By the way, did anyone watch that show last night about Trafficking?  More than half of those men and women you are meeting on the dating sites are scammers from Ghana Africa, sending you pictures of beautiful men and women they stole off the internet to convince to you send them money.  They make millions.  So much for my internet dating questions.

And so the morning went until I needed something from my truck.  Quite by accident, I discovered the local town Christmas celebration where I was to drive the hay ride had it's dates changed to one week later.  That means I have to bow out due to previous commitments.  I went out to the garage, only to find my key fob didn't work any more.  

I know of people who have ordered another one for something like $50.  Instead, I grabbed a screwdriver to see if it had a battery.  I carefully pried it apart.  It took me another hour to scrounge around the entire house before finally locating a replacement battery of the mini kind.

I opened the garage door and went outside to test it out.  YAY!!  It worked, at least for awhile.  I'm really not sure how old those batteries are.

Back inside, I hit the garage door button to close.  Nothing ... it didn't even budge.  I took THAT clicker outside and hit it again ... and again.  RATS!!  Now the door won't close.  This is a picture of a random garage door since it's raining and I don't want to go outside for a picture.  Besides, it's still dark.

I stared at it for awhile, hoping my ugly look would make it magically work again.  Nope, not happening.  I knew the only way to get it closed was to grab the little rope and pull, which would result in the door slamming to the ground.  Think Nancy ...... think!!

I finally grabbed one of my old horse lead ropes from the house (yes, all of my cowboy gear is inside), attached it to the little rope and pulled the release latch.  Slowly I let the door down to the ground.  Now what???

This happened sometime last year and I had called the Garage Door Man, to the tune of $55.  Lucky for me, I remembered him just reaching up and it was magically fixed.  Thus the ladder I climbed up on to see if I could work the same spell. 

I pulled and tugged, when CLICK ... amazingly, it worked!!!  I pulled on the handle and got it latched.  Well that was easy.  Since I had not sprayed the tracks in some time, I grabbed a can of WD40 and gave them a shot.  Then came the test ... hitting the button to see if it would open.  YAY I'm in business!!!  

Next time I will know better than to test it again.  The darn thing wouldn't close for the SECOND time!!  I finally figured out if I held the button down, it would work.  It finally closed and locked.  I'm never opening that door again!!

My next problem to take care of is somehow cleaning out those small gas containers.  They seem to have some dirt and gunk in the bottom.  I'm guessing if I get a little gas, I can use it to swish around all three containers to clean them, then go fill up at least one to take with me.  I'm getting ready for one whole day of dry camping!!