Honda

I feel like I should write something down, but I have no idea what. I mean, I suppose things are happening that could be entertaining, or thought provoking, or whatever, in my life, but I dunno. It is rainy, I'm going to Illinois soon, which is exciting. But, um, yeah. So...job good. Love life amazing. Body flabby. Money gone. Family fine. Drama minimal. Ah...here we go:

My car started being funky Sunday. The 'malfunction indicator lamp' came on. Sounds ominous, huh? Well it is. I had to work on Monday, so I risked life and limb to drive 70 miles down to Gustavus and back. On the way back, at stop lights, my car would literally bounce a little. Like someone lying underneath my car was kicking it really hard. So, Tuesday I took it in, and apparently my Oxygen Sensor malfunctioned. Said sensor costs $386 to replace. I have no idea what an oxygen sensor is. Evidently it is of great import in preventing one's car from imitating mad hydraulics. Also assumed is that it is a major part, due to the high cost. It is always fun to realize that the MONTH of private teaching you have done will now go to a tiny gadget you will never see which does something you can not fathom. $386 could buy a plane ticket to Charleston and dinner, a spring wardrobe, gas for two months, 6 nights out on the town, one incredible night in, or, as I now have discovered, an oxygen sensor. And I suppose oxygen is important. And sensing it would be beneficial. Still, if someone came up to you with an i-pod in one hand and an oxygen sensor in the other, I would hope your choice would be the pod.

In other news:
- I used all my letters in Scrabble TWICE, giving me a score only slightly lower than the oxygen sensor's cost. The words were brownout and enemies.
- I flipped pages for Paulito's recital, which was lovely. (both playing and turning)
- The ice is gone and I can resume my walking.
- An intensive review of my first year at GAC is underway...certainly more to come on this later.
- I want an easter egg and a chocolate bunny.
- I bought a ticket to Fort Myers for the beach vacation. (Ticket was much cheaper than oxygen sensor)
- I am really looking forward to being on the sailboat.

My life is coming into focus, and I can't believe what I see!

Purge

I hate it when songs get stuck in my head. Actually, sometimes I rather enjoy it. But ever since I heard this song over the weekend it has been haunting me. It has become so embedded in my psyche that even in the 2 or 3 seconds I awake to roll over throughout the night I hear some of the words. It is one of those songs that seems to be custom made for the soundtrack of my life. I feel like I know these people. I feel like I love these people. I am worried about these people! AHHH!! I hope by writing it down I can skip to the next musical track in my head... I hope it is something good. Any suggestions?



He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would lean her head gently against the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look and her and say baby that's ok
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And she would ask for time and she'd ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he'd give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift
But time is not given and time it not taken
It just sifts thought it sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He' go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back she'd srcub the bathrooms and make them smell like pine
And it was almost as if nothing had happened and he'd given her time, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings
They build buildings so tall these days
And she would ask for time and she'd ask for time
And she would ask for time and she would beg for time
And she would beg for time and beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time and he'd give her time
And he would give her time and he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband drove time home time car oh core core city core coffee core warning last warning he was a husband time pine scrub scrub bathroom lean hair back car window hope time give don't they buildings so tall these days...

'Buildings', Regina Spektor 11:11