Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A Source of Innocent Merriment

Riddle:  How many games does a MLB team play in a season?

I went with Tanya and Phillip to the beautiful Modern-Victorian Lake Harriet Bandshell (http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/ac/9e/3e/lake-harriet-bandshell.jpg) to hear the Minneapolis Pops Orchestra and the Gilbert and Sullivan Very Light Opera Company perform music from “The Mikado.”  It was a lovely afternoon and evening; the heat of day cooled with a stiff breeze off the lake that made the swifts move in huge, fast arcs across the sky.  We brought a light supper and laughed at the updated items on the Lord High Executioner’s “Little List” of folks who “never would be missed, they never would be missed.”

Though verses were left out of most of the songs, it was nearly dark before the show ended, and we made our way back to the car.  My husband’s car is a twenty-year-old Lexus. The air conditioner doesn’t work and so she borrowed my Focus for a drive to Blaine and I, for the first time, drove the Lexus.  What a luxury car!  Power everything, big leather seats, and a sun roof.   But I couldn’t find the headlight switch.  Pretty soon I had the windshield wipers going (I couldn’t figure out how to shut them off, though I did get them settled into lengthy intermittent), air blowing out of all vents, windows going up and down, the side mirrors doing a little dance in their frames, the radio off and on.  But no headlights.  It was ridiculous and stupid, and we were all laughing.  And at long intervals the windshield wipers would leap up, renewing the laughter..  Finally Phillip got out of the car and came around to look at the complex control panel surrounding the driver’s seat – and noted that there was a second spindle coming out of the steering column, which the steering wheel itself had concealed.  And on it was the headlight control.  Oh, and the other spindle, which controlled the windshield wipers, not only twists and presses in, it moves up and down.  You have to move it all the way up to quiet the windshield wipers.  Having tamed the car, we drove over to Sebastian Joe’s for cones of the best ice cream in the Twin Cities.  The line was out the door and up the street, but we waited anyway and had a final treat before going home.  A lovely, happy outing!

I think it would be nice if automobile designers would agree on the placement of controls, so people driving other people’s cars wouldn’t have to spend long minutes trying to find an elemental control.

Still, I need to figure out how to work that hilarious scene with the headlights into a novel.

Answer:  One: Baseball


Linda O. Johnston said...

Sounds like a fun ride, Monica, and, yes, a good scene for an upcoming novel!

Dee W said...

As they say, truth is stranger than fiction. And a scene that every driver can identify with. Looking forward to your new book.