fuck diamonds. duct tape is a girl's best friend.

June is more bad-ass than ever and Becky tells me that I am finally starting to look like a local northern New Hampshirite. Live free or die, baby. Live free or die.

It would appear that after 75ooo miles or so the motor on a VW power window has done its time. And so I looked at the options... cardboard? saran wrap? a beach towel with the Red Sox insignia? or maybe just roll down the highway au naturel-like, with the wind in my hair. The weather forecast knocked some common sense into my head; a winter storm warning has been issued for the next few days. I started to fiddle and pry away at the inside panel thinking that maybe I could "fix" the window rather than seal the hole. Harry, having earned his stripes on the planet came out of his garage with heavy-duty plastic and, you got it, a roll of duct tape, cautioning me to not make it worse than it is.

So, Anemone (in photos) and I combined our creativity and fresh thinking to determine how best to seal the window. Being a McClure with an inbred fear of maverick electrical wires/cords in my living space and sticky residues in general, I had to breathe deeply into a paperbag a few times before completing the project. Becky has assured me that there are solvents which can remove unsightly gooey trails without harming June's pristine paint job. I'll report back.

And so with a notable blind spot out the right side of my vehicle (adding a not-insignificant level of adventure for taking all the left turns between home and work), Anemone and I loaded up for our drive down Interstate-93. Harry took one look at the completed revamp and told me to take the roll of duct tape with us. An hour later, just as we were pulling off the highway, we blew a hole from the bottom end of the repair job. Apparently, the life expectancy of duct tape attaching metal and plastic at 65 mph is 35 miles. Learning something new everyday.

For now the skies have yet to release the anticipated rain and snow. As such, I cannot report on the resiliency of the fix-it under precipitatious conditions. I'm still sorting out how I will scrape the passenger window if I wake up to ice. I have an appointment to get the problem diagnosed tomorrow afternoon. The guy I spoke to on the phone assured me that they'd at least be able to get the window back up for me. Yah... Right.... They don't know June like I know June. She's probably gotten pretty infatuated with the duct tape too.

The adventure continues.