Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Honda's back!
I went to sleep angry and woke feeling much the same. I don’t really understand it since there’s little in my life to be angry or frustrated about outside of the occasional bump in the road that everyone encounters from time to time. Although, I know myself well and I tend to be susceptible to worry, that worry can often escalates to depression if left unabated. Financial situations are generally at the heart of the matter, and if it’s not money, one can usually track it to one of my daughters, which I have absolutely no control over at this juncture. Just the same, it still causes me angst.
I just wanted to brood and be alone. Mindy had to tolerate my cold abrasive nature during this period. For that I am sad. She’s done nothing but be my support system. And while I am aware of what’s going on, it’s not like I can flip a switch and turn it off. It feels like my guts in a vice and I see now way to end the agony. Only time seems to heel such matters, and usually takes no more than a day or so. And even though it can’t be stopped once it starts, I feel that I have much more control in the early stages. That’s when I typically make a decision whether or not I am going to allow something to eat at me enough to launch me into a funk of sorts. Once I am there, it’s “Katy bar the door”.
I went about my morning routine all the while carrying around my baggage. It had little if any effect on my physical actions. I reminded and ensured Mindy before I left for work that it wasn’t her. She knew that already though. I drove my BM’er again today since the weather was once again bright and summery. Plus, it couldn’t hurt my mood. At work I did all I could to put my personal angst on the back burner and move on with my day as normal. I did that well. That is something I have always been fairly good at.
I called Lindsey to see if she’d heard anymore about her car since she had called Mindy yesterday and indicated that it was almost done. Lindsey said that it was done but that they wanted to do a little more fine tuning of the shifting. She also let me know that Mindy had promised to watch Lil’ Rocky while she begins work next week. That immediately sent a red flag up my flag pole. Did Mindy understand it this way, I wondered. I asked that she contact Mindy to clarify what that was all about since I don’t recall Mindy making such a commitment.
Soon Mindy called to confirm that she had talked with Lindsey and that she had agreed to do just that. Too, we discussed what might be eating Gilbert Grape. After about 30 minutes, I finally began feeling a bit more optimistic about things. Sometimes I think there is just so much hard drive space available in my mind and when it’s full, it’s full. Adding more things, issues, and problems causes an overload and puts me on alert.
During my run, which was a real hot one, the heat index topped 100 degrees once again. The air temperature was 93 and the humidity was about 44%. Thankfully, there was a slight SW breeze again today. After my run and return to my office, I received a VM from Lindsey indicating that the car was ready for pick-up. I was in no hurry to drop the $1880 after tax, but also knew that because I am off work after today that there would be little opportunity to pick it up until Monday. That would put Lindsey over the edge. J I called Mindy and made arrangements for her to meet me here at my office so that we could ride over to Aarrow together to get the car. Things, it seemed, were falling into place.
Come 4:30pm I eagerly began wrapping things up so that I could leave promptly at 5pm. At the same time, a storm was moving in from the west with lots of red on the radar. This meant that my BM’er would get wet, and that I’d be driving it with the to pup – something I rarely do. I left the office right at 4:58pm and was outside in my BM’er at 5:00pm waiting on Mindy and the storm. I decided to pull around to the front lot to meet her. Her friend Joy, who just got married, was dropping her off. They arrived a minute later.
Soon Mindy and I were on our way. We had to take a detour since Hayden Run Rd is closed to traffic at Britton due to the construction of a roundabout intersection – one of the few in the central Ohio region. When done, there will be pretty much a straight shot through to Wal-Mart and Best Buy to the north. We took Davidson to Avery then north back to Hayden Run. Aarrow is about five miles west on Hayden Run Rd. It began storming on our way. Good thing we left the top up. It was raining so hard and we were so engrossed in conversation that I drove right past and didn’t realize it until we had about two miles out of our way. We turned around in a private drive and beelined back to Aarrow.
Once there, I went in and settled up with the twins, Dean and Dave. I have never in my life spent this much money on car repairs. What a depressing thing. God must have felt that I could shoulder the burden, so I did.
Mindy drove the Honda home and I followed close behind in the BM’er. I called her after a couple of miles to ask how it was running. She said flawlessly. Good! The car, she pointed out, was close to empty so she stopped at Thornton’s to fill the tank. Yet another favor for Lindsey.
When we got home, Mindy called Lindsey to make arrangements for her to get the car. Mindy decided that she’d drive to pick-up Lindsey in the Honda and then Lindsey could bring her back. While they were gone, I carried all the camping gear up form the basement and began staging it in the garage after checking it for readiness and checking it off the pack list. It’s amazing how much stuff goes camping. It takes a lot of gear to “Jimmy camp”. While bring for the camping gear I took the same opportunity to carry the many tools I have used over the past six weeks on my door & deck projects back to the basement. That, my friends, is efficiency!
About a half hour later, Mindy retuned with Lindsey in tow. Before leaving, Mindy asked that I drive the Honda with her to listen to a noise she thought she heard. We left for a ride and I drove it harder than usual. I heard the minute noise coming form the brakes but summed it up as nothing to worry about. It’s 14 years old!
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