Archive for April, 2008

Drive That Car Like You Rented It

Posted in Slices of Life (add $1 for ice cream) with tags , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2008 by tigereye

Because I don’t have enough going on in my life, last week whatever powers are in the great beyond — and I believe in God, because old white men run everything — sent me a wreck.

No one who’s ever met me, online or in life, will believe this, but I was NOT flying down the highway at 100 miles an hour, swerving in and out of traffic (actually I don’t do that anyway), one hand on the wheel and the other changing CDs ( I DO this, but I wasn’t at the time). I was inching my way onto a road from the interstate, and the truck in front of me stopped a little sooner than I expected. I think I hit him at 5 or 10 miles an hour. The sound was certainly dramatic, though.

I was lucky on several counts. The guy’s truck was totally unhurt; the driver himself was the nicest guy in the world; my car wasn’t so totally disabled that I couldn’t get it home. I bashed the living bejeezus out of my passenger headlight, though, and knocked the grille in, and my car leaked something pink all the way home and all the next day. A few people who are more knowledgeable than me about cars — which is to say, everybody — seem to agree that it’s either brake fluid or power steering fluid. I’ll take their word for it. All I know is, it seemed like my car was bleeding.

So now I’m driving a rental, a very nice, very new American car that is totally inferior to my beloved Camry in all ways but one. Yesterday I knocked the ignition off with an accidental touch of my knee. The CD player keeps playing even when the key is OUT. It feels like it’s moving much more slowly than my car, which is making me speed even more than I would anyway. The mileage is about equal to my car’s mileage. Ironically, the only way this car is better than mine is its hypersensitive brakes, which means if I’d been driving this car instead of my own, I never would have had an accident.

So, to recap my last several weeks:

1. I still don’t have a job.

2. My rent is due next week.

3. My dryer broke and I’ve been going to a Laundromat. More to come on this. It’s a shame to have this experience and waste it by not writing about it.

4. My boyfriend found out he had an aneurysm in his heart, and is still recovering from the surgery to repair it.

5. Two people in my family are still gravely ill.

6. And now I’m stuck with a rental, for I-have-no-idea-how-long.

Stay tuned. Hurricane season starts shortly.

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In Case Anybody Missed Me…

Posted in Slices of Life (add $1 for ice cream) with tags , , on April 2, 2008 by tigereye

If you didn’t, well, I’ve been busy. My boyfriend of 11 years had an emergency trip to the hospital, to be followed by a procedure to repair an aneurysm next week. Trust me when I say I could get a dozen posts out of his hospital stay, with titles like “ICU Waiting Room or Psychiatric Floor Intake Area?” or “Ten Ways to Make Nurses Like You and One Way to Completely Ruin It.”

Anyway, I’ll be back with some actual interesting stuff (?) later this week or early next. I just didn’t want my army of fans to converge on my lawn with candles, singing “Kum-Ba-Ya.” For one thing, the grass needs cutting and someone would be bitten by an unidentified six-legged creature. For another, it would freak out the cat.

Anybody Miss Me?

Posted in Slices of Life (add $1 for ice cream) with tags , , , , on April 2, 2008 by tigereye

If you didn’t, well, I’ve been busy. My boyfriend of 11 years had an emergency trip to the hospital, to be followed by a procedure to repair an aneurysm next week. Trust me when I say I could get a dozen posts out of his hospital stay, with titles like “ICU Waiting Room or Psychiatric Floor Intake Area?” or “Ten Ways to Make Nurses Like You and One Way to Completely Ruin It.”

Anyway, I’ll be back with some actual interesting stuff (?) later this week or early next. I just didn’t want my army of fans to converge on my lawn with candles, singing “Kum-Ba-Ya.” For one thing, the grass needs cutting and someone would be bitten by an unidentified six-legged creature. For another, it would freak out the cat.