| the final fix, for now. |
[Apr. 7th, 2007|12:48 am] |
My father and Carin followed behind me this morning as I took the car to the new mechanic, the one recommended by the Wal-Mart folks. Because they were kind enough to see me in the morning, I didn't actually need to rent that car I'd reserved--especially because that 1 o'clock meeting Brian had scheduled was cancelled. We'd had this whole complicated interlocking set of directions and logistics worked out for the day, honest. After getting dropped off, we hung out at the Chinese take-out place across the street while they performed the work. The food itself was pretty good, but the staff refused to make any small talk whatsoever. I did some reading for school, but I got bored and couldn't concentrate.
We got the car back, and the left front joint appears to occasionally spin a bit before catching on the wheel (or on the axle, however that works) when I'm starting from a dead halt. It seems like the car will never be quite right... but it's right enough, I declare.
For the afternoon, we went our separate ways. Carin went to work, and I went to Jeff's place. We did some more training before he had to go see his niece for her birthday; I learned a few things, mainly about how broken the installer currently is. I then went over to the folks' place, where I was helpful over there. I fixed a door for my father: first, I used hammer and chisel to move the plate that the knob-clicky-mechanism clicks into (I have no idea what it's called), and then used a circular saw to shorten the top edge of the door. One might almost thing I'm useful at this sort of thing.
While he was preparing dinner, I went on a bit of a rant; this one about Bill Donohue getting a pass after threatening to behead an artist--short version, Donohue decides to go after an artist who made a chocolate Jesus, says in front of Anderson Cooper that "you're lucky I'm not as mean [as the Taliban] because you might lose more than your head", and Anderson Cooper blithely turns to the artist and asks something else. I lamented the chilling effect Donohue carries around like a slime trail, as well as... whatever else was ticking me off. I can work up quite a bit of momentum. I was surprised when, a bit later, he was quiet and pensive, because what I'd told him had disturbed him. I honestly hadn't considered that.
I got dropped off a bit later than usual, and Carin wasn't there. I'd thought she got out of work at nine rather than nine-thirty, so I wound up pacing around the apartment and wondering what had happened. The phone that she was carrying was out of batteries, and I ended up considering how much of a dick move if would be to not acquire a ride and go cruising down the highway looking for the car. She, of course, showed up, and I felt like an idiot for getting worried.
No comments today; I was busy communing with my folks. |
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