After the Party

Me: I want to wash my face as soon as I get home. I wore makeup tonight because I’m hiding a huge zit that’s healing on my cheek. So I’ll be going from Princess Me back to Ogre Me. You’ve been warned.

Him, chuckling: Well, personally I find the Ogre much more interesting.

– Dit

Broken

Dah checked out my gear shift tonight. “I’ve never heard of something like this happening and couldn’t imagine it from what you described, but it exactly like you said. It’s broken.”

Yep, I broke the car. I’ve had cars break down before, but not just break like this did. I’ve totalled cars, driven them to shit, scraped, dinged, dented. But this one is, simply put, just broken. 

I tried to shift it into reverse to parallel park it behind my other car – fortunate enough a location for a car to break down of identity going to – and something in the gear shift snapped and wouldn’t engage in changing gears for me anymore. Broken.

My mom was in the front yard trimming the bushes, so when I knew I needed help, I asked her to go get the neighbor. She and Carl pushed the car to the curb while I steered.

Luckily, where I live there are no nighttime parking restrictions until winter. So it’s going to sit there a while I. I’m not sure whether to get it fixed, or junk it, it what. So broken.

Like a shoe where the sole’s come completely unglued, like a zipper that’s lost it’s essential mechanism. Dammit

Broken.

– Dit

P.S. In better news, Dah picked me up at 6am and we spent the day trekking to the Lyons Ham Radio swap meet and hitting many rummage sales and thrift stores in between. It was a day of many free donuts. We had salad bar lunch at Gooseberries market and went out for burgers and macadamia nut custard at Kopp’s at sunset. I drove us around for a bit in Frankie, my other car.

Out of the Gate

Hot, hot June. Already lots of summertime going on.

Friday: School and church rummage sales, and then some. I got an automatic trash can, HK steering wheel cover identical to one I own, and Israeli shoes. Shirts too. Dah got stereo stuff and another digital camera. Shirts also. Posed with Diet Dr. Pete. We ate at the phenomenal gyro place by the mall. It was Gallery Night, but I drove my mom to the Kaikan instead.

Saturday: Roberto Harrison’s induction as Poet Laureate of Milwaukee. Kristen Peterson’s power outage monologues. Bonk! 105 at the Hospitality Center. The Barn. And VV just minutes before they closed. KT.  50 cent I’ve cream sandwiches. My SD card is no good. Thunderstorms!

Sunday: The dream of the dead anoles, Ken Howard, Feline Pine and giant snails. Shared a frozen burrito driving up 38. Antique radio swap meet at The Terminal. The Domes w/ikebana, where Roger was nice to us, we saw Rosie Hartman, and Alexander mentioned giant snails! LO buffet. Mystery Marvel Oil. Stick shift driving lesson. The passenger side passive restraint started working again. I cleaned out the kitchen junk drawers. Tom came over for dinner. Vigo saffron yellow rice and Cacique chorizo. He will work on Gayle’s the tree-bent trunk hinge later. Might know a Saturn guy too.

Tomorrow: Helping Jade/Ginger move a bed, dresser, etc. downstairs so they can get their floors refinished. Meeting Tammy at the Domes about designing her cards.

Last week of school. Early release exams schedule coming up.

– Dit


Driving Lessons

I knew the way I would learn to drive a stick would be to buy one. So I did.

I could tell the whole long story, but I’ll get to the core of it. I wouldn’t have found the courage to do this without Dah’s patience and support.

The car’s being looked at today because of some acceleration issues. But Tuesday Dah came along with me to the DMV then gave me my first driving lesson. 

I made it all the way around the block, and into third gear. Into and out of first gear at least ten times, but that’s a start.

I was nervous and excited. He was good-natured. This is good.

– Dit

Rain or Shine

I’ve heard it said that you should find people who share your same kind of crazy. We’ve done that.

After seeing Ray Chi talk about Serendipity at Creative Mornings Milwaukee, we took a friend’s car for an oil change, so our friend wouldn’t have to take off work. 

After two days of summery weather, today it was overcast and rainy. Saw that they had big umbrellas in a stand by the door at the car dealership, so we made use of them and walked a few blocks up one of the busiest highways to go get lunch. 

Look how cute we are. He’s of my tribe. 

-Dit

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It is axiomatic that relationships are built on long walks in the rain. So there.

Well that, and sitting in a car dealer’s waiting room for a car to be repaired.

In reflecting on the passing of Susan Wirth, and my meeting her for the first time the day before, I have said that I’m glad I met her. Every time something like this happens, one can’t help thinking about the unpredictability of things. I think this is a demonstration of why many philosophers have told us to live in the moment, for ultimately that is all we have.

-Dah

Another Day, Another Typewriter

Well at the Grafton WI Goodwill another SCM typewriter was waiting for me to find and give to Dit. It’s a Citation and worked flawlessly from the get-go. The checkout clerk asked about why I was buying an old fashioned typewriter like the one she used for school – and she looked to be in her 20’s – and I said my gf collects them and this is one she doesn’t have – I hope. It’s a Made in England beige Citation. Made it home and she’s happy with it!

-Dah

Wow! How thoughtful of you. What a wonderful surprise. I will have fun with this, I’m sure! Thank you! – Dit