holi-daze

Alas, I am again remiss in chronicling my life. (sorry, Kathy) And, yet again it has something to do with my life being unbearably full. (Although in the last couple of weeks it's been mostly full of knitting and Gilmore Girls marathons, but that's beside the point).

So, I've probably been most avoiding writing this post because of the following drama. Not because it's all that awful, but just that since I've finally wrapped up the final pieces of it, repeating the story has become even more abhorrent, but I figure if I'm trying to preserve some sort of record of my life it ought to be included so here goes.

I totaled my car. In Seattle. 14 hours before I left for Christmas vacation.

In anticipation of the questions everyone has been asking me, I will preemptively answer all of them:

1) Yes, I'm fine. No, no one was hurt. Except the car. Not very difficult to total a '92 civic as it turns out.

2) I was in Seattle because I was traveling with Scout and wanted him to have the least amount of time necessary in the cargo hold (for his nerves and mine). I was crashing at a friend's house and on my way to see a play produced by the kind soul and who was taking me to the airport in the morning. (Thankfully, Scout was not in the car). As it was Seattle, it was raining. An Explorer full of 16 year old boys slammed on their brakes, as did I. My brakes locked up and I skidded into them bending their bumper and crushing my Betty. They were all quite kind, the cops were swell, and the tow truck guy even helped me out with storing the car while I was out of town (this turned out to be not as simple as anticipated, but worked out in the end).

3) Yes, I got a ticket. $175. I don't want to talk about it. Expected, but still annoying.

4) No, I'm not getting another car. At least not right now. Portland is an easy city not to have a car in, and seeing as both work and my boyfriend are within a mile radius of my house, it hasn't been that big of an adjustment. Bonus: that whole, being more active in the new year thing has been terribly easy, and Scout is loving the long walks to the post office and co-op. I'd been hankering for a truck lately anyway, so if/when I do decide to invest, I'm thinking of a Tacoma. But for now, I'm going to enjoy the extra $100 or so a month I spent on gas and insurance. Also, it looks like I'll be doing a better job of living up to the title of this blog.

5) Also, the owner of the car (not, as it turns out the family of the driver. a family friend) told me not to worry about repairs, since it only marred his bumper. So, somehow I got out of the whole ordeal only down the cost of the ticket. Well, that and the whole not having a car anymore thing.

Unfortunately, this put a slight damper on my holiday as I was unable to take care of any of this from North Carolina. Also, it was just kind of a weird holiday in general. LJ and Dave went to his folks for Christmas, so it was just me, mom, and Greg on Christmas day. Aaaaand, for reasons (they both said they had their reasons) neither of my parents put up Christmas decorations. Or music. Correction: that is, until I woke up Christmas morning and cried from stress and frustration and mom finally broke down and pulled out one box of decorations to appease my headonistic soul. I think the whole, "I don't believe in Jesus any more, so that makes the decorations all the more important" really got to her. All in all, it was just a weird holiday. Kind of awful really, and I was just a peach to my family, so kudos and many thanks for putting up with my tantrums dear loved ones. Mom pulled some magic and got me home a couple of days early just so I could take care of things.

So, I got home, took care of the car stuff as best I could manage, (Kendall rented a car and drove all the way up to Seattle when he had to work the next day just to rescue me. He's a white knight, that one.) I then promptly came home and fell ill. It was just a nasty cold, but it had me laid out for a couple of days. Went back to work this week, and am still getting back in the swing of things. In a bit of a mid year slump. That is, when I'm not paralyzed in fear about what I'm going to do with myself next year after Chicago. I have a couple of options I'm weighing, but am still primarily freaked out on a daily basis, and have been letting this get in the way of me functioning in any social capacity. (See previous comment about knitting and Gilmore Girls). The list of people I've been meaning to call is a mile long, but it's hard to get up the nerve to connect with people, even those you like, when all you feel like doing is whining.

Kendall and I are doing well. We've been spending a lot of time together lately, and after me freaking out a little (as I am wont to do) we're pulling back a little. I really don't want to mess this up. He makes me feel lucky.

Scout is the light of my life, as always.

So, that gets things current. Hopefully, I'll feel compelled to update again before another month has passed. 'Til then, love to all!