Oh dear, what a day! My schedule was simple enough: Dogs at the groomer at 9:00; have coffee and visit with Allan for a bit; library to return and check out; visit with Linda at her studio; drop in and say hello at the art gallery; fill the tank with gas; stop at the grocery store for a few things, eggs, milk, bread; pick up dogs between noon and 1:00; home to blog and relax.
It has been windy for the last few days, and simply getting to the truck left my hair, well, shall we call it "restyled"? I knew it was unlikely that I could escape it, and I didn't care a lot. Several friends have said how tired they are getting of the wind, and I couldn't agree more. It is wearing on the nerves, big time.
So what really happened in my schedule? At 9:00, pulled in the parking lot at the groomer. As I opened the truck door, a strong gust of wind caught the door, pulling me out of the truck. The door was wrenched out of my hand, scraping or burning my palm and fingers, and I came down hard on the ground, sliding under the door which was flapping back and forth with vigor. I fell on my knees in the gravel, but fortunately, no skin was broken. My knees are a little sore, but even that isn't severe.
I turned and lifted Jazi, Sammy and Lola to the ground and started in. The car door shut fine, there was not a crease or dent in the door or fender. Whew! So, I got the kids in and returned to the truck. I got in to drive to Allan's house, glad that it wasn't worse. As I pulled onto the highway, the strong winds were still pounding at the truck (and everything on the face of the earth in this area), and I noticed that the air was coming in around the door, not so that I felt it, but it was making horrible noise. It was whistling and fluttering terribly loud. I thought maybe I didn't get the door completely shut since I couldn't detect a true draft, so I pulled off to the shoulder and shut it again. But no, it was still awful. I drove the mile to Allan's house and called the insurance company. They made out a claim, but when I expressed concern about the possibility of rain, she suggested that I go to a mechanic/body worker right there in Capitan to see if he could adjust it to keep the elements out.
The mechanic checked it out and said that the hinge was sprung. In some vehicles, this means it must be replaced and sometimes the door itself is damaged in the process, but Dodge Rams use a kind of hinge (and stronger metal in general in the body) that is durable and can almost always be adjusted without much problem. So I did my errands, picked up the dogs to take them home. Driving across the gravel road was unbelievable! The wind was still blowing very hard, and I could visibly see the door jiggling! Not a good feeling!
Dropped the pups and the groceries and drove back to town. Linda picked me up at the garage, and I went to the studio to visit and watch her work for a while. She is just starting a new technique, batik on silk, and I was fascinated watching the process. Just amazing stuff! We had a great visit, including a couple other friends who dropped by, and when Henry called from the garage, she took me back.
Bless Henry! For a measly $45, he fixed the hinge so that the door closes very soundly, maybe even tighter than before! Yippee-skippee!! And thank goodness Dodge built my truck with reasonably good materials so little things like that don't run into several hundred dollars for repairs for the same thing in the many less-well built vehicles. I have no need at this time for the insurance claim, so tomorrow I will cancel it. I'm so happy, so very happy to have a solid, tight cab around me in the truck again. Ahhhhhh.
However, I didn't get home till nearly 5:00. I'm tired. But I'm relieved tired.
The dogs are beautiful. Photos tomorrow.