May 25, 2004

• I have to laugh....I thought I was going to crack yesterday.  Ha!  Today was a million times worse.  Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

  
  

  I left the apartment early, which was good consider Akh had her surgery today (which went fine, by the way, she's awake & doing well).  The truck literally died as soon as I merged onto the expressway.  I pulled over by the side of the road.  Will NOT turn over.  No oil pressure.  Ok, I need oil.  I'll get towed to work, pick up oil, hobble it to Ray's (simply due to location), get an oil change, check the oil pump & be good.  Ok...So I called work to let them know I'll be late, I'm getting towed.  Get towed, nice guy, VERY helpful, it's all good.  Work was INSANE.  I punch out at 3.  Get oil from the car parts store next door, pour in 2 quarts.  She's trying to turn over, it just ain't happening.  So, I call the shop the tow guy was from b/c it's close to the apartment.  I had to call Triple A again, get towed by ANOTHER company to the first guy's shop.  That's right, I need to make grand extrances AND exits.  Ok...so I get there & the guy was at first afraid I blew the motor with no oil, but I told him she was trying to turn over.  After trying to turn her over himself, he said it sounded like the timing chain (bite nails now), however, based on the fact that she just up & died on me, it may be a module (Stop biting nails & cross fingers now).  He's gonna look at her tomorrow & let me know.  In the meanwhile, I left a message with Bobby for.....That guy from Sunday (I'm so senile I STILL can't remember his name)'s number.  If it is the timing chain, this guy can't look at it until after the holiday weekend.  Well, fuck me up a tree & call me Charlie, I can't do that.  So, worst case...I'm hoping the dude from Sunday can do it for me.  We shall see.  In the meanwhile, I walked home.  Probably close to 4 miles.  I was happy to do so, I needed to be out, doing something physical, etc.  One guy tried picking me up (as in giving me his number)....LOL...I told him my name was Joan (I couldn't think of ANYTHING better).  That was the beginning of my trip.  About midway (a little further than the 1/2 way mark), some big guy in an old beat up (I'm guessing 82) Caddy offers a ride.  Thanks, but no thanks.  I was almost home when the guy from the shop came right up to me to offer me a ride.  LOL...The irony of it.  I declined since I was so close, but I found that amusing.  I'm home now.  My hands are black with motor grease & my feet are calloused.  I fought back the tears a few times while waiting for the second tow.  I feel a little better now, but when it's you against the world & you're only 5'1" 105-110 lbs, your opponent looks pretty damn big.  But, I'm still here, so...

  
  

  Anyhoo....I gotta go get numbers for a taxi for tomorrow.  So sorry guys...I don't see myself getting to you guys until Friday, my day off this week.  I'm sorry...I haven't forgotten about you, I'm just a tad tied up (as you can see).  Welp, that's gonna be all for now.  Thanks for everything, guys.  I'll talk to all of you later.  Much love & many blessings!

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