The Modeum Is on The Way Out!

The fourth light is spending half it's time OFF. I'm going to have to get a new one very soon. Must pay bills, before it goes out again. I guess I can try some electronic stores, before I go to E-Bay.

*******

Yesterday I had food poisoning. I cooked some chicken three hours, at 375 F. It was still slightly frozen, but three hours. . .should have done the trick. It was part of the treasure box chicken. Maybe it was just bad chicken.
I didn't throw up, or have stomach cramps, but I sure did have what my brother calls "the Hersey squirts"! I also had a fever, and body aches. I couldn't find a thermometer, but I was shivering. Thank God for Goosie and Jilly. They just got on top of me and helped keep me warm.
I slept all day, and hauled my butt into the pizza restaurant.
Still have a touch, but am functioning.

*****

Got the house tax. It's like $1200.00. Last year it was like $1800.00. So they reduced the tax owned, because the house is back to $65,000, from $125,000.

I have my car back!

And I have spent another $91.00. Car Battery. They told me at the dealership, that the battery had a bad cell, and it need to be replaced. Also other things like the drive belt, timing belt, three different kinds of flushes, etc. Well, they weren't kidding about the battery. I thought, well, hmph, getting late have to be at pizza restaurant at six, I'll do it tomorrow. Ha! Drove home to put on uniform. For the fun of it , tried to turn it back on. Zip. Oh it makes the starting noise, but doesn't complete it. Call the Pizza restaurant. Kathy takes me off again. I need a jump. Call M. Friday night = school night. leave message about needing jump anyway. Call sister. She comes out with jumper cables. Before she got there, I tried rolling the car down the driveway. When I get to the end, I feel I'm going way to fast so I brake. Wrong move. I end up not even getting all the way out of the driveway. Jackie still manages to get me a jump however. She follows me to Wallyworld. She leaves when I go inside . Oops! To bad that, her leaving. Walleyworld doesn't even CARRY the kind of battery my car needs! The nice Wallyworld guy gives me a jump so I can go to AutoZone. They do have my battery., AND they will put in for me. This turns out to be rather hard. The terminals are corroded on. But eventually they get them off and the new battery in. I call up the pizza place and ask them if they want me to come in anyway. They say no.

The car going to get fixed!

Art called and said the upper division guy had decided to honor the warranty and fix the transmission. He said that they had ordered the transmission, and that he was hoping that it would come in early and that if it did, I might have the car back Thursday night. Otherwise it would be Friday morning. Maybe. I'm going to take this with a grain of salt because I've been given dates before, and I didn't get the car back when I was suppose to.

*****

Jackie gave a ride to work, bless her. She also said that she was getting off around four, and that if I got off around then, she'd give me a ride home. so I did get off around four and I called up Jackie, and she had only had two clients that afternoon and was already home. So I had to walk home, that nice hour long walk, filled with car flumes, and plenty of sirens. I stopped at the bank and deposited my RT check. I stopped at the health food store and bought potatoes chips. I stopped at the Winerschirzel and bought a 50/50. I stopped at Mr. Wok and bought some Chicken Cashew Din. Then I went home.

I called up Jackie and she gave me a long lecture on how it was unfair to the cats and her and Dale for me to have so many cats. That the house will require a lot of repair work, when it's time for me to leave, (in what ever capacity that might be). I wasn't thrilled to hear this. I have no idea where it came from. And I know she has a point. Most of my fantasies about winning the lottery involve making the cat's life better. I must get a better job, so I can fix the house up.

I'ld really like to go to bed, but, for the second nite in a row, there's cat vomit all over the bed.

Talked to Art Today

They are still waiting for the higher upper guy to give the go ahead. So, I can keep on sweating. This is driving me batty. Look, the transmission has had problems from the get go. I think I had only had it three months when it jerked back and forth so hard that my hands flew off the wheel. The engine light came on. So I turned it off and had it towed to the dealership. Where upon the next morning the light was not on and their little computer chip had recorded nothing. About a year, (two?), it did it again. This time I drove it to the dealership. This time something was recorded and they replaced the trans range switch and wiring harness.

As far as the transmission goes, the car is a lemon, I guess. As far as everything else on the car, it's great.



Man, they better honor the warranty.

******

It takes me an hour to walk to work. Tomorrow I'm lucky. My sister will pick me up. God bless her.

Car is off to dealership

I had trouble directing the tow truck driver to my house, and later, the tow truck driver called me because he went to the Honda dealership instead of Hyundai! I left a message with the phone machine for Art, the guy I talked to this morning at Hyundai.

*****

As I was typing that in, Art called me! The car is at the dealership and it will be diagnosed today or tomorrow morning. I have to pay $99.99 for the diagnose. If it is covered by the warranty (the car problem), then I won't actually have to pay it. The warranty will take care of it. If it's not covered, then I have to pay for the diagnose.And the repair.

****

Man I am so nervous about this. There is paint on the bottom of the car from where I hit that paint bucket last Halloween. . .What if they say that cause the problem? I wish I wasn't a paranoid worrier.

*****

I wonder how many days I'll be walking to work?

The Car Transmisson Has Broken!

On the bright side I think I have like 5000 miles left on the warranty. I will check tomorrow. If it's not longer good, I think I might have to get a new car. We will see.



You know, this is why I like sticks. They only cost $300.00 to fix.

*******

The next day:

Yes the warranty is still good, thank God! So, last night on my last delivery, just before nine, I got off the main street and drove on to the street where my delivery was. I hadn't gone more than a 100 yards when my car feels like one of the tires stopped turning and skided, making a loud noise. I think I have ran over something AGAIN, and stop, so I can look at the tires. The tires are fine, what's going on? I continue to the delivery. The car seems fine (because I was under 25 mph). I deliver the pizza. I start up again. When I tried to go over 25 mph, it doesn't shift up. I know the sound of a slipping engine from having three manual cars. I knew what was wrong.

I call the store and tell them. Then I try to drive back. The longer I drive, the more it slips, also consistance with a stick. I have to pull over and let it cool down. I finally get back and cash out. I try to drive home. It's getting so hot that I can smell it burning. I pull over in a fast food restaurant half way home. I talk on the phone for a while with Bob and my sister. I then try to leave. No reverse! I put into neutral and try to push it out of the parking spot, so I can drive forward (assuming I still had that). I'm not strong enough to move it. The parking spot is on a downwards slope. SHIT! I call up the towing company that popped the door last month. $45.00 to get it home. I got home around 10:30.

Today I cleaned it out. I filled the trash can 3/4th full with all the trash from the car. . . when will I learn? The car looks like an ordinary person's car that needs to be cleaned now.

Tomorrow I calling AAA and checking them out. Otherwise I will pay $55.00 to get the car to the dealership in the next town. I have no idea how long this will take. But I think, I KNOW, I will be walking to work at least Tuesday and Wednesday.

the owner knowns about the bike!

I had to take him home, from the car place, and we had a conversation. He mentioned in the context of the conversation, how we must always be vigilant watching objects appearing as we drive, such as . . .you guessed it, bikes! How does he know? Who told him? Oh, he so enjoys being cryptic. At least he was nice. Didn't rag on me. It sucks, have a boss who has like 2000 personal close friends!

******

Bought two new pairs of shoes. Only had one pair and the flip flops. That one pair of shoes was so worn out. I was down to the plastic insides. My little toes were getting blisters. It was time. I bought a sightly cheaper version of the pair I wore out, and a pair of dark purple sneakers with lime green accents. They also have white and sliver parts. No, they are not gaudy, they are colorful, but restrained.I was so tired of wearing black shoes (work shoes) EVERYWHERE.I want to look like other people, not a homeless person. I may be poor but I'm not that poor.

But before I went into that store, I discovered that there's an antiquite store there! I bought a decorated wood eggcup, which is like the original wood egg cups my mother had, but somewhat smaller and shaped a bit differently. I also found a green fridge dish with a clear lid (1930's) for my sister. It's going to be part of her Christmas present. I'm going to fill it with vanilla infused stevia. I must buy the stevia and vanilla pods VERY soon. Also must get on with getting picture of mom make from negative and finding the right frame for it.

Also must get on with finding dress for ball, and shoes and bag, and what to do with farmers tan line, and my hair. . .! Yes, I am going to the debutant ball! Jackie is buying my ticket, ($100.00) wait didn't I say Margaret is going to be a debutant? Yes, she is!!!! So, here I am going to my one and only ball, with no date, and a rented or new to me dress and lady lee press on nails. I'm going to go in anthropology mode as I won't be able to sit with my sister until after the diner.It's sooo sad, but I'm pretty sure, that at 51 this WILL be my one and only ball.

*****

I still miss Mr. Traffic. I would like to send him a letter explaining why I'm not coming around anymore, but, let's face it, it would only hurt and make him angry. I mean, "Sorry I'm not coming around any more because you won't stop talking a about sex constantly, covertly feeling me up and oh ya, I think you may be a pedophile." That would go over real well, wouldn't it?

I let Goosie out

In fact I have let her out twice this morning. I'm afraid that my sister is right, that the cat from the next street chased her into the garage. I noticed that it was walking the wall, and went out and looked. No Goosie. I called for her. No Goosie. I walked back to the kitchen door, stopping to pull the drain on the big swamp cooler. Yes, I have just let that water sit there for around two months making mosquitoes. I stand by the kitchen door, waiting to see if the refill thingie will kick in. Goosie comes out from under some wood planks! As more and more water comes her way, she finally decides to come in with me. I think she was hiding from the other cat. This will be a problem.

Goosie is so thin. She acts like she feels fine, and she eats her food, I mean she actually EATS the food instead of just licking the gravy off. She also, every now and again, nibbles on the crunchies. I need to feed her up and get some fat on her. I had to let her out however. She get my attention, and just lies or sits on the bed, just staring at the window. She comes up to me and meows, asking me to let her out, and when I don't, she salvages the bed. I need a new sheet now. This morning, she was doing the bounch from the window to my side on the bed, over and over and over. Crack goes the blinds, followed by the bed jumping from her impact. She wouldn't let me sleep. I told her I would let her out when it was more light. I wanted people to be able to see her. She seem to understand this, yes, and quites down for a while. But, after an half hour, back to the jumping.

I don't want to let her out. It's my hope, that with the colder weather, she will stop wanting to go out. But I will have to let her out come spring. Maybe things will have changed by then.

I discovered that the van has REALLY GOOD BRAKES!

I had a very busy day Friday, I had four funerals, plus innumerable other timed deliveries. But it went well. I was getting everything out on time. I got down to three deliveries. The first was a re-delivery, the recipients weren't home the first time, and then they called, and said that they would pick it up, but then it turned back into a delivery. So it was in the next town on the far side, and I was almost there! I was on the main street, next to the service street, driving to the entrance for the service street. There was another van in the lane to the left of me about a car lenght and a bit ahead of me. Suddenly, it slowed down and came to a stop. I got as far as wondering why he was stopping, when a little boy on his bike went pass the van. I slammed on the brakes. I stopped about six feet from the kid, who was astride the bike but walking it, holding out his hand in a stop motion, while smiling his little wretched head off!. Yes I stopped, but my deliveries didn't. The foams turned upside down, the vases went sideways, lost their water and then they shot into the back of the seats! All of the deliveries had broken flowers.

If I could have legally stopped, I would have and spank the little boy. But, no stopping, and I drove to the entrance of the service street and pulled over. I open the side door. Water gushes out. The first thing I see, is the delivery for that street, was UNDER the seat. I pick it up. The glad spears were broken. I then pick up the vases and examine the flowers. So many broken flowers! I have a little cry on the side of the van. A man biking by looks at me. I suck it up and call the store and tell them I have to bring the deliveries back. For some reason, Amber thinks I have hit a sign. Did I say sign, no I did not! Where did she get that from?

At first I think it's only two, that the third for the hospital just needs it's water back. But I drive to the hospital, and start to take that delivery in, I realize that it has broken flowers too! I take them all back to the shop. They keep asking me what happen (Amber?), and I keep telling them I had to stop for a jaywalking boy on a bike that I didn't see because of the other van. They don't really seem to get this. Some how they work their magic, even although they can't replace the flowers (all those colors were used up in them), and some how make them look presentable. I retake them, get compliments on them, (I'm sweating at that), and so far no one has called to complain about the flowers.

Stupid boy.

I have decided to forgive M.

Because I love her. The reason she gave for not getting Goosie was rather feeble, and she apologized, so I must be content with that. Apparently the realization that the boy interest is never going to be her boyfriend and in fact, is apparently moving on, is slowly sinking into her subconscious. And it's making her very depressed, but she hasn't really clued into that yet.All she knows is that she doesn't want to see, talk or text anybody. And, oh ya, it's closed the door of her creativity so she's writing shitty reports for her master's.
This bout of depression will be very bad, and as usual she will resit doing the drugs that will make her feel beter. Although this time I will point out that she is trying to change things by getting her master's. Maybe that will make her listen to reason

Went To The Cable Company

I got a assumption of service agreement for M (ex-Best Friend) to fill out. After that it will just be a matter of getting her boxes over to her apartment. She has tried to contact me. She did leave a voice mail the day Goosie was found, but apparently she was holding a hairdryer to the phone as she talked. She tried calling yesterday and I didn't pick up and she didn't leave voice mail. Well, today she has called three times, (I left my phone at home as I did errands) and she did leave a voice mail. Still somewhat distorted, she wants to know if I'm okay. Like, why would she care?

I won't be the first friend she has lost. She had a friend from the previous library up and bail on her with no word. Could it be the endless negativity? I have taken a lot of abuse from her. Like recently she commented that she hated the dark hairs on her forearms. I told her, that I too, hate the hair on my arms. She promptly snarled that my hairs were light. In other words, what did I have to complain about? What she doesn't know, is that I pluck all my dark hairs out, and have for years! But of course, her angst is the only thing that is revalent .She is so convinced that everything is so horrible, it doesn't matter what she has, the grass is ALWAYS greener on the other side. I believe that even if she won the lottery, she would find something bad about that as well.I don't think she will ever be happy. Nothing will ever be good enough for her and the life she was suppose to have.

It just isn't that she wouldn't get Goosie, it's the negativity, the feeling that I am peripheral in her life, and that I'm not "cool". That she only talks to me to be able to "prove" how much more with it and smarter then me she is. In other words, to put me down. And she does do that all the time now. So, it's time for me to move on.

Which is really sad, considering how long we were friends, and how much we have in common.

Took Goosie Out to The Backyard

We have gone back to the rope and harness, and BELIEVE ME, she has informed me, that THIS WILL NOT DO! Low guttural wails, flopping, it's like having a three year old. She did try to investigate the shed, I had moved things round looking for her, there was not enough rope. Then she eyed the wall and tree. Also not enough rope. Then she went over to the other tree in the backyard proper, and discovered the cat from the next street lying under it. That cat mournfully meowed a couple of times, and then Goosie screamed like she had been stuck with a cattle prod. She ran back to the door making that scream. I rushed over to her (not enough rope to make it to the door). I unhooked her and picked her up. She had wet herself! I guess they invented the phrase "scaredy cat" just for her.

She's back in the bedroom.