Reality

I returned the Yaris to Toyota this morning, picked up the Camry, drove six or seven minutes and it again stalled at a traffic light. I was pissed!

I was to be to work at nine back out here in the country. In that six or seven minutes they had given the Yaris to someone else for a couple of hours. A service guy had to drive me out here to work. He and his wife drove two vehicles out to return the loaner after work but were extremely late because of construction on the bridge out of Ch'town. I had to ask my sister-in-law to pick me up after work. I was pissed!

They're writing off the bill I paid this morning and not charging me labour on this new bill. The car has now been diagnosed as requiring an ignition coil. I'm not pissed about that.

Kenz and I went outside after supper and I forgot that she was out there. In the middle of the night a little meow woke me. I jumped up, said "Clarke" and heard another meow. I ran downstairs and opened the door to Kenz. I was still half asleep and was totally confused then woke up completely just aching over Clarke but glad to see Kenz. She was really glad to see me too. She was so patient waiting till 4am for me to let her in before bothering to let me know.

Music: For my un-reality - The Cat Came Back by Cisco Houston already been uploaded but here's the link. I just finished mowing my beast of a property. For my reality, a couple of songs from Loudon Wainwright III, Living Alone, and a live version of I Am the Way, one of those talking songs he does so well. I sure like him and his kids. I know I've said that before. Music takes some of that pissed off feeling away

Last Day Off

I must relay a story of something that happened this week. I went for a walk on Thursday and halfway up the driveway realized I had no pockets. I threw my keys into the long grass on the side of the driveway. On the return I was nearing the house and heard my lawnmower. It was my daughter's last day home and I knew she was coming over for supper. When I wasn't at home, yet the car was home, she guessed that I was probably gone walking. She decided to mow as a favor while waiting for me .

Two of my friends were coming for a visit and arrived just as I was walking down the driveway. At the instant we met, I remembered the keys and realized that my daughter had started her mowing session by 'doing the driveway'. This is the first time ever that she started the job this way. The driveway usually ends the mowing session.

You guessed it. The keys became the object of a search party with my two friends and we fiinally found them, totally unusable. Luckily I had an extra house and car key and an additional car door clicker.

I think it's so funny that it all played out like that. Never before have I thrown my keys in the grass by the driveway. You'd think it would be a safe thing to do. In a million years I wouldn't have guessed my daughter's plan to mow nor the fact that she would start where she normally ends.

Another thing, Bad Kitty slept in my car last night and puked all over my back seat. My fault for leaving the window open. This has not been a bad week but I've had bad things happen. Tomorrow I can go back to good things.

Music: A couple of vastly different songs with their only commonality being that their titles have something to do with these just stated events. Chet Baker does a smooth jazz rendition of It Could Happen To You. Cisco Houston brings us an old song from about a million years ago, The Cat Came Back.