July 19, 2002 |
The Adventures of Paisley
Blue
It's Friday! Yay!!! Can you tell I'm just a little excited about that?
The big news of the day is that Mechanic spent quite a bit of time and cash fixing up my Volvo. He and Michael picked me up in the car after work and we went shopping. I got a cute blouse at one store. At another store I picked up a snow globe that has a wizard inside holding a crystal ball. It's a music box that plays "Some Enchanted Evening." A few shelves away I found a fabulous desktop picture frame that seemed to be made to match it. I'm very happy that Mechanic bought them for me. And you know I love shopping.
I was behind the wheel of the car on our way down from Capitol Hill towards home. We were on Pine Street approaching Third Avenue when the car just died. It wouldn't start again. I was trying to not freak out but it was a panicky situation with cars behind us and all around us.
Mechanic and Michael jumped out and pushed the car through the intersection while I steered it into a parking space. While in the middle of the intersection two men who were crossing rushed over to help. From there we came home, and worked on figuring out what to do next.
In the end, we had the car towed back to our building. Mechanic said the timing belt broke and needs to be replaced. He said he would have to take out half the engine to do it so all that's left is to figure out how to get the car to the parts store parking lot so this can get done.
I asked if he would need to use one of those crane thingies to lift out half the engine. Michael and Mechanic just about lost it, rolling on the ground laughing. Mechanic explained that the thing I was referring to was called an engine hoist, and no, he wouldn't need one of those.
Then the guys got on this little rant about using one of the construction cranes, with a big magnet on it, to lift the car and set it down in the parking lot of the parts store.
*sigh*
Okay, so sometimes I am just such a girl.
It was pretty funny, though.
I had a most excellent day at work, and got permission to come in at noon on Monday. I told Sharon, my supervisor, that a bunch of us were going to Ocean Shores for the weekend, and asked if she'd mind if I came in at noon on Monday. She said she hadn't been to Ocean Shores in years and hoped we had a good time, and no problem about coming in late on Monday. Of course I will have to work late, but heaven knows I don't mind that.
On a weird note, I don't know if everyone is like this (although I have read that humans are in general like this whether they know it or not) but anniversary dates sometimes seem to affect me. I mean, they don't necessarily depress me, at least not most of them, but I do *notice* them.
On this date nine years ago I married my third husband. We were married for seven years before our divorce was final. That was the longest I've been in a relationship. So a couple of times today, when I happened to notice the date, I thought about him and wondered where he was and what he was doing... and whether he was happy.
I reflected on all the changes in my life in the two years since we divorced. The summer before I left him we lived in a big two bedroom apartment in a very nice complex in Conway, Arkansas. He worked in Little Rock doing customer service and network maintenance at an internet service provider. I did not work. I spent my days online, working as a volunteer at Geocities, maintaining my personal websites, and every morning I would step outside the front door, walk about ten feet, and go swimming in the pool.
I did not have money worries. I visited my friends and family when I wanted. Life was pretty damn good... until the end when he started hurting me. CB was living with us at that time. My husband had hurt me bad enough that I had to go to the hospital. CB drove me to the emergency room. When we returned, he told me he could not just stand by and watch me get hurt again. That morning before leaving for work my husband had told me what was in store for me that night.
So when CB asked me if I wanted to leave with him, I said yes. I didn't want to get hurt like that again. Each incident seemed to escalate and I just couldn't imagine it getting any worse. So we packed a few things in CB's car and took off.
But that's just how that marriage ended. There's all the in between parts that are good. The adventures we had. The trips we took. Struggling as a couple, overcoming obstacles, having fun with friends. It was with him that I first learned how to play role-playing games. It was with him that I went to several SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) events. In fact, on our way to Candlelight Camp in central Arkansas, we pulled over at the side of a dark road under a full moon in the middle of the woods... he got down on one knee and proposed. It was very romantic...
Well, enough wandering down memory lane... those are just some of thoughts I've had today as I've looked at the date... June 19th.
Wait 'til August 3rd and all the memories THAT date brings. LOL
P.S. -- Oh, this is rich... you're going to love this. After I had written and saved this entry, I realized that my brain had made a pretty big mistake. It's of such a magnitude (in my mind) that I have to laugh or it'd be terribly depressing.
I operated under the idea for most of this day that the date was June 19th. Hmm... it's *July* 19th, isn't it? Those memories I shared regarding the wedding anniversary to my third husband belong to last month, not this month. Good grief, Charlie Brown. If I were thirty years older I would be wondering if I had some weird kind of Alzheimer's or something.
It's just a very good example of why I just try and concentrate on enjoying the day... because it seems I'm slowly losing my mind. *shaking head and chuckling softly*
~Paisley Blue
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