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More cars and Birthday weirdness

So. Psycho Momia’s Car went batshit crazy again in the middle of last week. I continued to have issues with Emmy (my car…). The replacement shift cable I got was a poorly made, not suitable for it’s intended purpose piece of dung. It bends where it shouldn’t, and therefore leaves you not able to shift out of first, third or fifth. I got a replacement ordered, picked it up, and installed it over the weekend with a modification (ok, a hack) that should allow it to function properly for long enough to be able to get the 3x more expensive factory part. Being as Psycho Momia’s car is possessed, her exorcismrepair must come first. Hers could be something as simple as an exposed connection, or as bad as a new computer. I dunno which.

Because of the aforementioned car snafus, I spent most of my birthday troubleshooting, running errands, and in a panic. Not the best way of celebrating. My neighbors, Tony and Stacey, did deliver a wonderful gift – 2 fancy beers in the large economy size. I have not yet been able to appreciate the gifts in full, but I will soon!

On Saturday, a friend of Psycho Momia’s came to visit and help us regain momentum on the attic project. I wish I could say I was as gung-ho as he was to do it, but I can’t. We did get an amazing amount of work done, and got most of the rest of the materials we needed, thanks to his giant work truck. Given that we are in the midst of a heat wave, I’m damned surprised that we got as much done as we did, with no one dying or anything.

Halfway through the day, another friend popped by for a while. This was a good thing, as I don’t get to see Alx much. It also overwhelmed, shocked and all around fucked me up. He handed me an envelope, and said “I’m not very good with cards, but Happy Birthday!” In the envelope was a check. For $1000.00. For a grand. I sat down before I fell down. “I can’t – I can’t accept that, Alx – it’s way too much!” and there began the argument. It continues. I called him yesterday, and he picked up the phone, saying, “we’re not speaking until you deposit that check” and hung up on me. I called him back, and told him I burnt the thing. I was joking – but the thought had crossed my mind.

It’s a grand gesture, and I very much appreciate the thought, and friendship behind it, but …

Any thoughts, friends?


Not liking them. On Tuesday, Psycho Momia’s car got sidelined by the immense amount of rain we got. She was stranded for about 2 hours, blown off by 2 tow operators, and the craptastic dealership right across the street. That’s right, the “fine folk” at Cambridge Chevrolet and Honda wouldn’t lift a finger to aid a damsel in distress…less than 100 yards from their front door. Fuck them and their useless “service” manager. I guess we’ll pick somewhere else to get the pair of hybrids we’ve been thinking about. Luckily, something had just gotten wet, and soon dried out enough for her to get it running and made it home just in time for dinner. All was well, and got even better later – but I won’t get into that.

Today, I was on my way to the fruit, just about 2 miles from home. I pulled away from the light, went to upshift – and my shifter was freeballin’. Not a good thing. I get outta the road, start looking around, and see the frayed ends of sanity (which in this case were the shift cables) hanging loose. I didn’t know whether to scream in rage or cry in frustration. I managed to make it back home stuck in first gear and generally pissing off the folks behind me. Being a handy mutha – shut yo’ mouf (but I was just sayin’) and born mechanical wonder, I shall be able to fix it once I have the part. I think.

Now time for bed, and the hope that I might be able to get some stress relief going.