Wednesday, February 18, 2009

My little misadventure with the car.

Well, I've been back at work and back to being busy..too busy to write any new posts, let alone look at anyone else's. But I'm having a sick day off work today so I thought I'd play some catch up. But it's February...too late to catch up on everything I did on my holidays, like

going to Perigian for a few days with the family...

and Mitch putting in a new driveway on a stinking hot day with some of his workmates (one had to go home suffering from heat stroke) so now we can actually get up our driveway when it rains...

or adopting a new puppy that Mitch found abandoned in a carpark, who became a member of our family, only to run into his scruffy owner at the markets after a month so we had to give him back (boo hoo)...

or the fact that yes, I finished painting the girls' bedroom and they moved into it just before school started. But I'm not going to show any photos of that yet. It's important enough to deserve a post all to itself.

So I thought I would tell you about how last week I got the car wedged against a tree in our yard and couldn't get it free.

I was reversing down the driveway to pick up Rosie from gymnastics when I realised I was rolling and there wasn't anything I could do to stop. I realised later that I had accidentally put the car into neutral instead of reverse so I don't know whether it was that or that in my panic I was trying to stomp on the brake and was stomping instead on that little footrest they have in automatics. Two thoughts flashed into my mind in the few seconds it was rolling. 1. Don't roll onto the I turned the steering wheel to the side and 2. Put the hand brake on, but by that time I had rolled up over the pile of leftover dirt from the driveway and rear-ended into our crepe myrtle tree.

The car was stuck. The back left wheel was in the air with nothing to grip onto, Mitch had just left for boxing and the car was sticking out into the driveway so their was no way I could get a tow-truck in to pull it out. So I walked around saying a few choice swear words, realised I still had to pick Rosie up so walked there instead (fortunately it's only about 10 minutes away).

When I came home, I shovelled dirt away from under the car and piled logs and stuff under the back wheel but still no good.

Mitch arrived back from boxing training all sweaty and tired and he walked around with a few choice swear words too. We tried all sorts of things but everytime we tried to drive the car off, the wheel would just pushed the logs away instead. It's getting dark and the mozzies are biting and there is bouganvillia all around the car sticking into us any opportunity it got. (Whoever thought that planting bouganvillia in a garden was a good idea ought to be shot.) You can imagine the joy.
I hit on the idea of using the packing crate across the road for traction. But wait, it's just a little too thick. I had another brainwave and we used a jack to push the car up high enough to getting the packing crate under. Nearly there, but not quite. The car is stuck on the tree and not moving. No good, we gave up for the night.

The story ends well. When I got home from work the next day, Mitch had solved the problem by borrowing a chainsaw from work and cutting down the tree in his lunch break. And fortunately there wasn't too much damage to the car, just a few dents.

I have to say, it's the first time that I've had an accident in the car that was my fault, so in 12 years of driving that's not too bad. Needless to say, I always double-check the gear now and get a bit nervous when I'm backing out.


  1. Oooops! The car story sounds like a nightmare.
    What a shame about the dog you found going back to his old owner, maybe you need to visit the dogs home and find another pooch?

  2. It was so nice to read your latest pinecone blog.. (though the car thing made me laugh and grimace coz I know I'm gonna do sumthing like that one day) I had missed hearing from you! I love reading your blog - I always get a thrill when I see it in my inbox - that may sound wierd but its coz I am so slack at keeping contact and I love hearing whats happening in your world :) Love you :)"


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Get to know me

  • I love the smell of cinnamon and vanilla.
  • My favourite flowers are daisies.
  • My favourite trees are pine trees.
  • I always like to have the bickie jar full and a cake on the cake stand. I know...not that healthy, but so good to look at.
  • Autumn is my favourite month, although I do wish we had more of a change of colours up here in Queensland.
  • I love Anne of Green Gables and Laura Ingalls Wilder. They started my love affair with "old-fashioned" stuff.
  • I'm a boots and jeans kind of girl, but also love vintage skirts and dresses.
  • I like sewing and am in love with quilts at the moment.
  • I love reading. (I have a weakness for archeological thrillers and historical romances, but not Mills and Boon-type ones.)
  • I love old houses with character. No new estate houses for me. (Sorry Rosie.)
  • I love vintage/cottage/farmhouse decorating and pretty pinks and blues, with a splash of red for colour.
  • Polka dots can make me sigh with delight.
  • I have 4 chooks. They are MY pets. Another tick on my dream-come-true chart.
  • I don't eat dessert much any more. I'm not dieting, I just don't want it. (Does that mean I'm growing up if I say no to an icecream cone?)
  • I'll still always say yes to chocolate though!
  • I like to sit on the front stairs in the sun, to drink my morning cup of tea, while I contemplate what to do in the garden.
  • I've got the gardening bug again recently. It comes and goes with the weather. I'm envisioning cottage flowers in pink, blue and white to go with my green picket fence.