It was an irritating blip in an otherwise successful Christmas. Once again Aly and Jack we're deliriously happy even though we are exiting the Santa stage. Happy, safe, curious, compulsive, exhausted. What else is there?
The short version is that there was a snowbank where a stop sign should be. More to the point, two back-to-back storms created one of those landscape-altering illusions that, in this case, hid the cross street ahead. Next thing I know, I'm looking stage right to see a GMC truck coming right at me. A millisecond later I am facing a new direction and my side curtains are deployed. No injury to yours truly (I was on my way to picking up the kids - thank God I wasn't on my way home).
This happened 2 days before Christmas. There's not much to say about because it's so absurd and because being hit from the side and spun around comes with it's own metaphor. Not much to add unless you know how to articulate disbelief.
I'm past having emotional attachment to cars but I rather liked my bright red Acura, with it's sleek lines and lack of car payments. For the last five days I've been wailing and gnashing over the replacement vehicle while driving a rented cruise ship - a Lincoln MKX. I appreciate that they filled up the gas tank but the swimming pool is empty and I can't find half of the shuffleboard equipment. They're very clever over there at Avis. They offer 2 kinds of cars - unnecessary luxury and embarrassing frugality. What self-respecting male with an ounce of testosterone left will say - "I'll take the Aspire" ?
So after days of obsessing over the cvalue of bluetooth, AWD, heated seats, keyless entry, decent gas mileage, new vs. used I stumbled of on a car that I think with suit me well (not telling). It's a relief to have this episode over and I'm looking forward to docking HMS Ostentatious at Port Avis this afternoon.
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