Well the lovely Taurus might be finally dead. I'm hoping it'll pull through because it only has a few weeks left till its final retirement. Tomorrow is exactly a month until I leave.
This morning I went to take care of Gunner and Boo and after pulling into the driveway and parking, my car started making a knocking noise and spitting out almost all of its coolant. I took care of Gunner and Boo, both of whom were acting bizarrely, possibly from the tornado-crazy storm we had two nights ago. I took them for a walk and let them play out in the yard for a bit and then took off to my service station to see what they could do.
July is apparently the worst month for cars but the best month for garages! They couldn't fit me in today but said it looked pretty dismal. Either the water pump or I finally blew my head gasket. If it's finally kaput it puts me in a pretty bad position, losing out on babysitting and Ocean Spray, equaling around another $250 that could have been spent to travel. Hopefully the car gods will take pity on me and grant me another few weeks.
Thanks to Ryan :), I made it to work on time. I was so frustrated I cleaned the whole stairs and the retail area; the mindless task of cleaning somehow helps center me. For dinner I spilt the whole box of tri-color rotini on the floor. Nice macaroni art but not a very nice dinner. Today just isn't my day!
Last night, when driving home in the rain, I was having a pretty hard time seeing out the window. There must be something on the windshield that makes a huge sheen across it whenever headlights shine on it. For a moment I thought about how I was completely interred in water and metal. A water coffin if I messed up and veered a bit too far to the right into a tree. Still not exactly over the nasty accident I had last fall.
I'm really looking forward to not driving at all next year. It's not that I'm scared of driving so much as it makes me very uncomfortable and nervous. I know I'm not a very good driver, even with the advanced driving class I took. I still underestimate the size of my car. This summer I scraped the side on a post when parking in a tight garage spot. My first accident was with the Prius in a parking lot where I drove straight into someone's trailer hitch because I didn't back out enough. No driving? Thank you!
But I'm pretty happy looking forward. A little scared too. A month and I'll be in France speaking a different language. It's not so much the culture I'm nervous about. If I can move to Arkansas and handle it, not without huge bumps of course, I can handle France. They're still a Western country. So the next month might be a little bit harder without a car but I'll manage somehow. I've always found someway to!
That reminds me, I need to sell those old prom dresses on ebay. Anyone interested?
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