a test

 Tomorrow will be a day of test

    I know, that does not make sense.

    Here's the deal.

    My grill does not have a functioning ignitor switch.  It broke last summer.

    Julia's friend Matt is coming in September and he is the Grill Master.  I want my grill to be in good working order.

    So, I bought a replacement ignitor kit from Weber.  I have watched a You Tube video twice to see how it is done.

    The man on the video is very precise, explains everything, shows you exactly what you have to do and how to do it.  He does it slowly.

    He is my hero.

    I will, at some point, throw the ignitor kit as far as I can into the backyard, curse th day I was born, say enough f words to have neighbors call police and buy a new grill when the day is over.

    I can't do stuff like that.  I don't even know why I try!

    First off, I won't have the. right tools.  I won't be able to find the right tools and I'll have to drive to Ace to buy one or more.

    Then I will lose a screw and have to drive to Ace to find a replacement.

    Next I will break the tool I just bought, making me have to drive to Ace to find a replacement.

    My fingers won't be able to hold the screws, or the tool, or the plate, or the wires and I will curse the damn arthritis in my hands.

    After 7 hours of labor, swearing, sweat, and walks around the yard to cool off, I will quit for the day.

    At some point I will finish.  It may be Friday....or next Monday. And people will come out of the woodwork with the words, "Oh, I have done that.  It's easy.  You should have called."

    When the does happen, and it will, I will sit down on my broken patio chair and cry.

    In a state where betting is everywhere, you can make a bet on me getting frustrated, having a fit, throwing something, cursing, and drinking rosé wine through a straw.

    Like I said, it will be a test.

Peace and Love