Well, let me see . . . you missed a lot and i want to address everything but in what order? Hmmmm . . .
First off, i hate the bluish green teal and aqua colors. They make me nauseous and so i switched the picture and colors. i love that ad . . . it's just too funny. And these colors are much more soothing and pretty.
Next, my truck is in the shop. i am in hell, but my saving grace and my Angel are there with me, so i am not minding so very much.
Wednesday night was the last movie night with Abby and she brought the food this time. We were cooking dinner when we realized we needed milk that i didn't have, so i ran to the Conoco right across the street from me. i ran in really quick and bought the milk and some other drinks and then went back out and the truck would not start. Imagine the cold winter mornings of your childhood with the old car . . . you go out and bundle in and Dad turns the key and it goes "rrreeerrr-rrreeerrr-rrreeerrr-rrreeerrr-rrreeerrr" and then fires us and starts. well, i got all of that EXCEPT the starting part. The battery is fine. i know because i threw $60 away buying a brand new one. All the fuses and plugs and relays are perfect.
(It is due for an oil change, but not more than 100 miles overdue and that has really been the plan for my day off for the last 3 weeks, but i finally had both the money and the time this week and i was planning to wash it, too, and vacuum. i have even been pricing the flushing of the many systems and i'd have to say, right now, Wal-Mart comes in cheapest.)
We decided it was the fuel pump. In a truck, the fuel pump is either OVER or INSIDE THE CASING OF the GAS TANK. What this means is that you may be able to physically touch it, but you can't really see it and trying to work on this yourself would be incredibly stupid. My Dad insists that i take it to a Dodge dealership for service since they have the manufacturer behind them and they are factory trained. i priced the 'operation' and everyone had pretty much the same price, so i figured i'd take her to the specialists. She deserves it.
Abby came and got me and we called Russ since i could not contact my parents. He came right out to help me and we were there from 10:15 p.m. until around 3 am or so and then we gave up and i stayed with him the rest of the night. We smoked with Mary and she went back to be while we sort of watched Down to Earth and fell asleep for a few hours. (btw ~ it was a cool movie and funny, but it would have been a hilariously insane great movie if they'd actually SHOWN the old white guy doing a lot of those things.) He took Mary to work and passed back out for a little while, but we lit out around 2pm after waking, e-mail, calling around and breakfast. When we finally gave up and called a tow truck to take it up, it was time for Russ to pick up Mary and run his errands so he left me there and i waited for at least an hour in that little store. i was so upset i was cleaning the counters off, stocking and fronting existing stock. While making conversation with the attendant guy who was very nice and funny.
Trying to catch up with my love was an adventure in it's self but he finally made it home to my place around 9:30pm to find me freshly showered and miserable, curled in fetal position with my body pillows in the middle of the futon in the living room, wishing i could cry but being too upset to relax. He made it all better.
Isn't that amazing that you can be looking at rent (one paycheck) and vehicle repairs (two or more paychecks) and reality (two paychecks) and be exhausted and frustrated and depressed and then that one person comes in and sits buy you and gives you a hug and listens to you and then it's all better? Pretty soon you are discussing families and friends and food and human behavior and theories of insanity and you're laughing with them and you have a moment of clarity when you realize all over again that you love them so much you could simply explode with it, and as the feeling washes over and over you in tsunami sized walls of joy, you smile and reach out just to touch them for a second . . .
"Mr. Zebra" ~ Tori Amos
"Hello, Mr. Zebra.
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on.
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
or civilised syllabub to blow your mind."
confessed on 2001-07-27