Jumper Cables

Exhausting day. Eleventy-hundred things to do, and then the battery in the Sienna decided to give up the ghost. Yuriko drives it to work, and it lasted long enough to take her there. So I had to take the kids and go get her in the other car in the late afternoon. Considerable waiting for AAA’s greasemonkey minions then ensued.

So long, in fact, that we took the offer of a Good Samaritan to jump-start the car. The battery then worked a short time. Time to slap myself on the forehead, because I had cables in my other car, but, having experienced an episode of futile jump-starting some years ago, I didn’t bother. Surely AAA will show up within an hour, as they usually do.

Just before dark we were able to get the Sienna home, where the battery went kaput again. So I will have to deal with it tomorrow: a new battery.

There was one good thing about waiting in that vast suburban parking lot, though. It was underneath a flight path into O’Hare, and we got to see a lot of planes, fairly large in the sky, sometimes as often as one a minute. Lilly thought that was pretty neat, and so did I.