If you read Joanne's weblog at all, you know about the game her kids play when they're driving. They keep a daily tally of how many "punch buggies" they can spot and it's the three kids against their papa.
Anyways, our car broke down. When, at first, it wouldn't start we thought the problem was with the starter so we thought, 'well, who needs a starter anyway?' because we could jump start the car virtually anywhere in Halifax (provided we park facing downhill). So we kept using the car.
Last night Janelle and I went to the waterfront with Daniel and Katie, we parked our car on a hill and after a delightful walk along the harbour, we returned to our automobiles. It was then that the horrible realization sunk in that the problem with the car was in the alternator, or the battery, or the wiring in between. The car started but could get no power. It only made a little gurgling noise. We coasted down the hill and then Janelle and I pushed the car into a parking lot.
Thankfully, Daniel and Katie came back to give us a boost, and an inebriated stranger walking past also stopped to help. It turned out that was a good thing because he got the car started when I couldn't. He wouldn't tell me what he did though, and then he just disappeared. He was probably an angel or something.
Anyways, as a consequence, Colin picked us up for gospel meeting tonight and on the way there the girls played the punch buggy game. I was on Colin's team. As we neared our destination and enthusiasm for the game lapsed, Laurie turned to me and said, "Don't forget to look for punch buggies ... um, I mean birds."
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