First off, as you may or may not have noticed, I have not written anything in quite sometime. The main reason for that is absolute laziness. I just didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t particularly busy or anything like that, I just didn’t really feel like writing anything. I think I feel like writing right now.

This week has been a considerably crappy one. As lame as it may sound, the crap has been centererd for me around my car. My car has always been steadfast and true but lately it has become suspect. I have had her for about 7 years now and she has been absolutely and completely reliable. I never have to think twice about it. Now apparently, there comes a point in a car’s life when it begins to show its age. For mine, it became apparent that the old red gal was showing weakness when the driver’s seat became, how do I put it, exploded. No biggie, nothing a bit of strategically placed duct tape can’t fix. Then, the air conditioner. At first, this wasn’t a big deal, but I soon realized, being prone to persperation, that one should not try and weather a New Orleans summer without some artificial comforts, namely, the a/c. I was industrious and took the task into my own hands and, with a bit of sweat and rubbed knuckles, I was able to fix what ailed my auto. Now cue coolant leak. Not a big one, a manageable one. I figured it was an old hose and I decided to keep and eye on it, always keeping some coolant on hand to replenish a low level. Battery dead, replaced battery. Small leak, of course, turns into an enormous one. The thing is, I can’t find where its coming from to diagnose and fix the problem myself. For this malady, I take it to a shop and they button up the leak, a faulty engine orifice, or something like that. Soon after this, she starts to vibrate like a motel bed. Turns out, the vibration stems from bad the motor mounts. Fortunately, for my wallet, the problem itsn’t that bad, I decide to endure. These occurences have all happened over the last few months and I am worried that my reliable mate, so accomodating for numerous trips, to Texas and Florida, to Canada and Maine, Chicago, New York, DC, work, school to home, the grocery store, is reaching the end of its useable and viably sustaineable life. This makes me sad. I love my car and I hate relenting to the fact that I may have trade in such a worthy partner for another one, a stranger. Are my feelings for an inatimate object–a car–to strong? Yes, probably, but I can’t help but be a little bit sad. We have done so much together, listened to so much music together (my car never complains about what I want to listen to), it will definitely take a while to get used to something else. But I am premature, she’s still hanging in. We still have some good days before us.

 

Other crappy things this week: Ripped the crotch of my pants, bought the wrong dog food, spilled gravy on myself (WTF?), carpooled with strangers, walked home from the mechanic

 

Reading    – A Peoples History of the United States  by Howard Zinn

Listening  – A bit of Ray LaMontagne and some David Berkeley

Watching  – John Adams (seriously, its awesome)