Even thought today is the ninth day of my twelve day vacation, I have not been able to relax at all until just this morning. It hasn't been a wonderful vacation, despite all my plans to jump in my new car and go see some sights, drink some drinks and soak up some Santa Fe air. Those things never got done.
You see, my new used car, a little "reliable" Ford Focus burned the alternator out on Saturday as I was on my way to pick up my little grandson. I was cruising right along when the radio turned off, the dashboard went blank and the car just stopped going altogether. Thank goodness I was on Plains, and not on Interstate 40!
That's when I started making all kinds of phone calls and realized I have no real friends. Nobody would answer their damned phones at 6:oo on a sunny Saturday despite the fact that I have dragged my happy ass out of bed at 3 in the morning to come to their rescues even when police were involved! Several times.
I had to wait til Monday morning to call the car lot and let them know about it. They were excellent to me, and took my car in for repairs, but I didn't get it back until Wednesday. In the meantime, I had to ride the city bus just to get to the college. I have never ever ridden the city bus before, and hopefully, this will be my one and only experience in those rattling death-traps. Not only did this take a full three hours out of my day, I also had to leave school early just to catch the Route 5 bus at 4:30 in order to transfer to the last Route 8 bus downtown and get back home just a little after 6:00 in the evening. And then I was trapped there until the next morning when the next bus rolled around at 7:30.
I could have walked, I know. It takes an hour and fifteen minutes to walk, and I know that from personal experience. But the weather has been mighty wet and unpredictable all week. I didn't want to risk being swept away by a ferocious tornado. Although, after a couple of hours on the Bus of Terror, I realize, the tornado might have been the lesser threat.
Anyway, I did get my car back on Wednesday right after I completed all my requirements in the Math Lab I was taking, so Wednesday turned out to be a pretty great day for me. (Er, that said MATH lab. Not meth lab...geesh!)
Today, I got a good idea for a new story. I have been writing that all morning, and I may or may not post it here after it's all polished and shiny. It may turn into something I might want to save for a publisher. We'll have to wait and see. I don't actually know any publishers , so right now, you guys are in the running to read it first.
I got so involved writing that I burned my egg rolls and filled the house with a smoky cabbage stench, so I think I'll venture out for lunch.
With three days of vacation left, I may decide to mosey over to New Mexico after all.
You see, my new used car, a little "reliable" Ford Focus burned the alternator out on Saturday as I was on my way to pick up my little grandson. I was cruising right along when the radio turned off, the dashboard went blank and the car just stopped going altogether. Thank goodness I was on Plains, and not on Interstate 40!
That's when I started making all kinds of phone calls and realized I have no real friends. Nobody would answer their damned phones at 6:oo on a sunny Saturday despite the fact that I have dragged my happy ass out of bed at 3 in the morning to come to their rescues even when police were involved! Several times.
I had to wait til Monday morning to call the car lot and let them know about it. They were excellent to me, and took my car in for repairs, but I didn't get it back until Wednesday. In the meantime, I had to ride the city bus just to get to the college. I have never ever ridden the city bus before, and hopefully, this will be my one and only experience in those rattling death-traps. Not only did this take a full three hours out of my day, I also had to leave school early just to catch the Route 5 bus at 4:30 in order to transfer to the last Route 8 bus downtown and get back home just a little after 6:00 in the evening. And then I was trapped there until the next morning when the next bus rolled around at 7:30.
I could have walked, I know. It takes an hour and fifteen minutes to walk, and I know that from personal experience. But the weather has been mighty wet and unpredictable all week. I didn't want to risk being swept away by a ferocious tornado. Although, after a couple of hours on the Bus of Terror, I realize, the tornado might have been the lesser threat.
Anyway, I did get my car back on Wednesday right after I completed all my requirements in the Math Lab I was taking, so Wednesday turned out to be a pretty great day for me. (Er, that said MATH lab. Not meth lab...geesh!)
Today, I got a good idea for a new story. I have been writing that all morning, and I may or may not post it here after it's all polished and shiny. It may turn into something I might want to save for a publisher. We'll have to wait and see. I don't actually know any publishers , so right now, you guys are in the running to read it first.
I got so involved writing that I burned my egg rolls and filled the house with a smoky cabbage stench, so I think I'll venture out for lunch.
With three days of vacation left, I may decide to mosey over to New Mexico after all.
My favorite joke states to make a god laugh, one must have a plan. Scheme and you will find yourself perhaps happier, but most certainly saner for it. Riding a bus can lead to excellent stories, and I should know, from my ten years in Denver, I've got a million of them. Luck getting to New Mexico.
ReplyDeleteWell, I won't be going to New Mexico this time around. Two or three of my so-called friends called and invited me to some cookouts this weekend, so I suppose I'll stick around for the free food and booze.
DeleteIt's just as well. New Mexico will still be there for the next vacation.
You could have needed an auto mechanic like me >;)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that you didn't get your vacation in Santa Fe. It's one of the places I'd liked to visit myself. I've been just a little bit into New Mexico from El Paso, as far as Carlsbad. Both Santa Fe and Albuquerque (I probably spelled it wrong, but you know what I mean) are on my to-be-visited list.
Cold As Heaven
You completely spelled that right, though I had to look it up to be sure. I haven't been to Carlsbad, either, but a couple of my kids went with their cousins once. The pictures were great.
DeletePublic transport - yuck. Sorry to hear that things didn't go to plan. Santa Fe sounds so romantic.
ReplyDeleteIt would be more romantic if there were some kind of good-looking, green-eyed guy to tag-a-long. I've got no such luck.
DeleteI would have come to get you. It's what I do.
ReplyDeleteBut I totally thought it said meth lab. So maybe you wouldn't want me picking you up at 6 am....
Maybe next time, I'll use you as a guilt trip on these so-called friends of mine. I'm planning my words now.
DeleteYep, I read "meth lab", but it had nothing to do with my impressions of you. Maybe I just wanted some meth. I could use the energy boost right now.
ReplyDeleteYou totally struck me as the type. ;)
DeleteReally sorry to hear you didn't get your trip this time round but I'm pleased your friends came to their senses and invited you round for something to eat later in the week. As for public transport it can be great for picking up stray conversations and finding characters to write about but that's about it.
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