Another Round of Not Quite What I Planned
Tonight was the first night of Music in the Park for the summer. The park in question is just on the other side of the farmer's market from work, and across the street from the apartment I used to live in. It's really close.
My plan was to go home after work, change, get a massage, go to the farmer's market for dinner, and end up at Music in the Park around 7:30.
What really happened was I got as far as the massage, but when I went to leave, my car wouldn't start. I'm no car guru, but there is a limited number of causes for such behavior, and I've had experience with the various scenarios. I've been through two failed alternators and three failed starters. Neither of these was the problem. What I'd never had before was a dead battery. Hey, my car's a 2004, I got it when it was a year old, and I've never changed the battery. It's definitely due, and it seems pretty clear that's the problem.
Thank goodness it isn't something worse. I can deal with a battery. Of course, I have no idea what to do, what kind of battery to buy, how to change it out...
I called Mom. The massage place is two blocks from her house, so she came and picked me up. I called my friend Mike the mechanic. No answer. Joe at Music in the Park. No answer. Charles at the market went to the park to see if the tow truck/ lock smith/ auto repair guy was there. He often is, but not tonight. I got Martin's voice mail, and then Father Patrick's.
Why did I call my priest? Well, maybe we have someone in the church who knows cars. Turns out we do. The next call was to Father Patrick's house, where I found his wife. She found me someone who would look at the car tomorrow. All I had to do was get it to the church. Boy am I glad I got AAA.
Eywgene is spending the night in the parking lot at work. The tow truck couldn't get in to the church lot. Too small with low clearance. Work is a whopping half block from church, so it shouldn't be a problem, and that actually means I can just run outside when the looking at the car happens.
My mom is worried I'll get a ticket or towed because of where I'm parked. I'm not. First, I don't think it would happen. If it does, ok. I know the guy to talk to if I get a ticket. I know the guy to talk to if it gets towed. In fact, I know the guy whose truck would be doing the towing and whose yard would be holding the car thereafter. I also know both the captain and the lieutenant at the sheriff's station. No problem.
I got home at 9:30 tonight. I never made it to the park. This wasn't the plan, but whatever. My car will be back in working condition in time for all the driving I have tomorrow night.
My plan was to go home after work, change, get a massage, go to the farmer's market for dinner, and end up at Music in the Park around 7:30.
What really happened was I got as far as the massage, but when I went to leave, my car wouldn't start. I'm no car guru, but there is a limited number of causes for such behavior, and I've had experience with the various scenarios. I've been through two failed alternators and three failed starters. Neither of these was the problem. What I'd never had before was a dead battery. Hey, my car's a 2004, I got it when it was a year old, and I've never changed the battery. It's definitely due, and it seems pretty clear that's the problem.
Thank goodness it isn't something worse. I can deal with a battery. Of course, I have no idea what to do, what kind of battery to buy, how to change it out...
I called Mom. The massage place is two blocks from her house, so she came and picked me up. I called my friend Mike the mechanic. No answer. Joe at Music in the Park. No answer. Charles at the market went to the park to see if the tow truck/ lock smith/ auto repair guy was there. He often is, but not tonight. I got Martin's voice mail, and then Father Patrick's.
Why did I call my priest? Well, maybe we have someone in the church who knows cars. Turns out we do. The next call was to Father Patrick's house, where I found his wife. She found me someone who would look at the car tomorrow. All I had to do was get it to the church. Boy am I glad I got AAA.
Eywgene is spending the night in the parking lot at work. The tow truck couldn't get in to the church lot. Too small with low clearance. Work is a whopping half block from church, so it shouldn't be a problem, and that actually means I can just run outside when the looking at the car happens.
My mom is worried I'll get a ticket or towed because of where I'm parked. I'm not. First, I don't think it would happen. If it does, ok. I know the guy to talk to if I get a ticket. I know the guy to talk to if it gets towed. In fact, I know the guy whose truck would be doing the towing and whose yard would be holding the car thereafter. I also know both the captain and the lieutenant at the sheriff's station. No problem.
I got home at 9:30 tonight. I never made it to the park. This wasn't the plan, but whatever. My car will be back in working condition in time for all the driving I have tomorrow night.
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10:25 PM
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