Gotcha!

All I wanted to do was wash my car. It wasn't hard to tell if it really needed to be done or not. The last time it was washed was January when I had the oil changed. Easy stuff, car washing.

It should be easy enough. The beagles like to go where I go, so I tried to stick a stake in the ground to tie them for safety. No dice. No matter how hard I pushed, I don't weigh enough to push a stake through whatever is in the ground. I hope there are no videos of that attempt. So, no dogs. Next - hose. Last year I was not thinking when I bought my hose and it's kinkable. OK, so am I, but it's not a good thing in a hose. I had to unkink it and try the squirter thing on the end. Hose unkinked, squirter thing squirted all over me. Eventually, after much tugging, I was able to disconnect the squirter thing and toss it into the garbage. Back the car out of the garage. Just barely miss three bicyclist going down the road. Some day I will adjust to a shorter driveway.

Dogs are pushing each other away from the little window next to the front door and whining. I sigh, loudly, and go inside to put warm water into a bucket. On second thought, I add about 1/4 teaspoon dishwashing detergent to the water. Six months without being washed? I figured I needed a litle soap, although I normally use only warm water in the bucket and rinse with the hose. I also break from my own beliefs and use a brush to scrub the car. We pygmys cannot reach the top of the car, nor can we reach the entire hood of the car. I can work with it, but I decided I needed to do this fairly fast before my vertigo knocks me on my backside.

I turned on the hose, and started to back up to get it all neatly unkinked, and I hit the curb with my foot. I danced to keep from falling because I was way off balance - I didn't fall, but I did rip the strap out of my sandal. OK, I decided to wash the car barefoot; no big deal.

Just as I got re-started, my neighbor, the one who owns the little puppy, brought her over. It seems that the little one, Maddy, was not producing any poop. There is something about my lawn that encourages dogs to dump, so she brought Maddy over. Maddy proceeded to lick my bare toes, which were now wet. Then she licked my shins, and that really tickles! Meanwhile, I turned the water off and started washing the car. Maddy continued to not produce.

Another neighbor stopped by on his bicycle to critique my work. We were talking, enjoying the weather, waiting for Maddy to produce, and I finished the washing and decided to rinse. I had to turn on the hose again. I apparently had missed a kink, because suddenly the hose went flying and hit the neighbor, soaking his left flank quite thoroughly. His yelp caused Molly to start banging on the little thingie that keeps doors from whacking the walls. I call them bawoingees, but I don't know what the real word is. She was in the laundry room, banging away on it. Maddie continued to not produce, but she was having a great time. I have told her mom that she won't produce because as soon as she does, her mom takes her back inside the house. Neighbor on bike decides to go back to riding with the hopes that he dries off. I hope I don't get an email from his wife about that.

Just before I finish the car, the neighbor across the street wants to borrow a lawn tool. I found one, handed it to her, and she and her roommate proceeded to dig up their yard with it. I finished drying the car. Molly was still banging on the bawoingee. I walked with Maddy and her mom to the side of my yard and Maddy produced. Mom was all excited - a double load! *sigh*

I went back inside to put things away. The beagles started to carry on, so I had to drag them back outside. Maddy's mom is back, trying to get her older dog to produce :-). I dragged the beagles around for awhile, he got all excited watching that lovely female beagle bitch form walking, and he produced too. I dragged the beagles back in, changed out of my car washing clothes, and put on my dog walking clothes.

Yeah, it wasn't tiring enough to wash the car, I had to walk a few miles. We got partway around the complex and picked up another beagle and her owner, who walked the rest of the way with us. 

I hope it's less eventful when I clean the inside of the car.