March 24, 2015

Naked yoga.  Not because I have a hot body, more like I'm too damn lazy to look for clothes.  Plus, it's kind of an incentive, right?

I left a message on Mike's machine last night that I would be having bus towed to GAW, and after a messy call with a rude Northern CA AAA lady (the SoCal lady I was initially in touch with was perky as could be.  She must have been prepping for a movie audition), I called Mike to see if he'd gotten my message from last night.  We talked and I remembered he had mentioned he didn't think it was a big issue, that the voltage on the battery was low and he wanted to to check that out. : do I go with the guy I had a really good feeling about yesterday, or do I go to the expert? It was a Sophie's Choice kinda moment.  I said to go ahead and check that out and I'd be by after work.  It is a VW - not a high tech car.

Work.  39 more days ( I didn't realize about an additional day off).  I headed to Granger's after work and...he walked towards me smiling.  It had been out of gasoline.  YAY!!!!  Now, to be fair, the man who sold it to me told me that there was always more gas in her than the gas gauge showed, so this means to always err on the side of caution ...and then fix that gas gauge (the guys at Auto Zone showed me how).  We can go on our Spring Break adventure!!!  This is the best news.  I talked to Mike for a while, and while he isn't a VW "guy", he has worked with many.  I think it's gonna be ok.  She is getting a tune up and an oil change with petroleum 20/50 oil (Lucas, perhaps) because she does smoke a little when I start her, sometimes.  Holy hell, I'm excited! Off to the RV store to get parts for the sink and to hook up the auxiliary battery.  YAAAAHOOOOO!

I raced off to supervision, which was terrific.  I am learning all about the computer system.  I also had the chance to continue a conversation I have been having with someone over the hellish grips of meth.   My heart is sad, because this is not a fun journey and it doesn't end well.  The things is, I get it - not that I know about meth...something I am SO GRATEFUL for!...but because I understand the hell.  I saw mom and talked to her for a moment - I have met her before...and she looked at me with such pain in her eyes and whispered "thank you."  I wish there was something that could be done. <sadness>

Home..to eat...to homework....to get to bed early.  I pick up my BUS TOMORROW (after texting my neighbor  to the Communards song from long ago <80s!!> "Don't..leave me this wayyyyy, I can't survive, I can't stay alive, without my bus..."  I'm not sure he knew it was the Communards, so I'll have to do the Communards 80s dance tomorrow <not the sexiest of dances>.  I do what it takes.

Pictures:  A beautiful house hidden.  This house is one I have loved for over a decade; Nature's penises <sorry...had to>; I am SO angry at Maggie.  She made homemade Snickers and then just LEFT!!  As if I am responsible enough to NOT eat them....