Well, whew. It’s been busy ’round these parts, and I apologize for my absence. There are several New Things, and I’ll tell you about them, shall I?
Okay, really, there have been many new things this year. In the last seven months, I have had:
A new job.
A new house.
A new wife.
A new dog.
A new car.
A new hairstyle.
Yeah, you missed those last two, huh?
So. The car. Okay, it’s not new, but it’s new to us, and that’s something. Last week, I drove to work from Oakland to Livermore, where the temperature has been in the triple digits. My convertible is a true California convertible — no air conditioning. While on the coast that might make sense, out in the desert where I work, that sucks the big one. I left for work on Friday and sat in traffic that was. not. moving. 30 miles door to door — it usually takes 35 minutes — took almost 2 hours. I had put the top down, since that is the slightest bit cooler than leaving the black top up, so I had the added bonus of a sunburn by the time I got to work. As Lala said, it was like standing in a field in that kind of heat. No wind relief at all, and iced coffee only lasts 20 minutes or so. So I cried. Quite a lot, actually. I HATE heat. I especially hate it when I’m going to work where I’m going to sit in one place for 14 hours, all sticky and sweaty and rumpled and tired before the night even starts. (Also, when you’re not moving on the freeway, and you’re trying to listen to NPR, you are constantly subjected to people listening to their short-range iPod FM transmitters. People! Do NOT program your beloved Hootie and the Blowfish to play on 88.5, for the love of all that’s holy. I’d pick up a song for 7 feet, NPR for 10 feet, and then get some other random song for 12 more slow feet. I wanted to strangle someone.)
So I told Lala we needed a new car.
She is a good sport, and loves me, and was probably just tired of hearing me blubber, "It’s soooo h-hhh-hh-o-ttttt-ttt. Hic. Whine," so she agreed. I researched cars, priced out the new Mini convertible, and realized that I’d lost my mind. Can’t afford it. Then I priced out the new Chevy Aveo. Came close to justifying that expense, and couldn’t. Then I priced out BART/bus option, which would guarantee that I would be home on my work days from 8am until 3pm, seven hours total, including eating/sleeping/showering/dog-walking time. As it is, I’m only home for nine hours a day, but that’s just enough. So that option was out.
Then we went car shopping. Found, almost immediately, a nice little 97 Saturn wagon, 87,000 miles, for CHEAP. And I mean cheap. It totally runs great, starts most of the time on the first try. And AIR CONDITIONING! Brand new condenser and cold, cold air. I drove to work today, and I chilled myself, I had it up so high. Blessed relief.
It’s a pimpin’ ride, too. Check it out, it’s like this, but in stunning beige:
Of course, I might mack it out like this:
Maybe flaming knitting needles? Whatcha think?
So that’s fun.
Also, I’ve been going gray (BIG time, probably almost 75% gray by now, at age 33), so I did a little work on that today:
It’s not a mid-life crisis — more like just plain fun, but it is kind of staggering how much change I’ve had lately. I’m just about ready to sit around and stare at the wall. Maybe I’ll run out of Things To Do and get back to writing, hey? Now there’s an idear.
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