I needed to preach this morning. This was an unplanned trip to the pulpit. The priest I work with has a son who was both unlucky and very lucky on New Years Eve. He was rear ended by a drunk driver and spun into a light pole. That's the unlucky part. He is very lucky to have survived and the prognosis is excellent for a full recovery. Needless to say Doris, my colleague, has had a very stressful few days. She wanted to preside at the liturgy, but asked if I'd preach. Of course, I was willing.
This left me the afternoon to stretch Isabelle's legs. I try to ride her at least once on the weekend and was last out on New Years afternoon. I was surprised and not pleased to find she didn't have enough juice to turnover. This definitely was not part of the plan. Once we got the relay thing sorted out, other than the incident with the "kill switch", she has started up on the first. Since I've had reason to question if my battery tender was working and she had started up so strongly I haven't been using it on the Kymco. I'd already had plans to get the charger checked out this upcoming week, but with this development I figured I might as well hook the tender up to Isabelle and see what happened.
Since I was geared up I couldn't make any sense out of going back upstairs to wait and see what would happen. Instead I pushed Billie, my Symba, out of the garage, turned the key, hit the starter and, of course, away we went.
On the way back home I pulled over and took a photo of a small wall mural.
|I can't figure out if it is a floating mushroom or an umbrella.|