Therapy writing.

I feel I should write, not so much for your reading pleasure but simply because a lot has happened this week that I don‘t want to forget. Unfortunately knowing that people read what I write has the effect of making think about how I put my words together and what I tell or leave hidden. Nevertheless to the best of my abilities I shall go on and chronicle all , or at least most, of my life during this week. So if you want to come along for the ride, welcome. If not, come back again sometime :-)

Monday I’ve already written about so there is no need to go over that again. Tuesday started off normally enough. Went to work, struggled to stay busy, was miserable because of the weather, and then headed home. Here is where the day took a turn for the worse. About a quarter of the way home, as I was entering onto a highway my car suddenly lost all power! I still had electrical power, but the gas pedal sank right to the floor with absolutely no effect. I was able to coast over to the side of the road and pull off into the breakdown lane, but after that I was as helpless as a twelve year old girl. Just to do something I looked under the hood, paged through the repair manual, and checked a switch that had given me trouble, all to no avail. Just as I decided to start walking to the nearest exit (I don’t have a cell phone, though this has certainly given me a jump on getting one) a green van pulled up behind me. It was from an organization called CareVans; they are sponsored by the state of Mass. to take care of stranded motorists and keep traffic from getting slowed down or jammed. He looked at the car, couldn’t find anything, tried giving me a jump, nothing happened so he ended up calling in a tow truck, and then drove away, relieving me of a lot of stress and worry, though certainly not all.

The tow truck finally arrived and took me to the nearest garage that I knew off about twenty miles away. Needless to say this cost a small fortune. Once there I talked with the mechanics, dropped the car off, called my brother to pick me up and waited nervously. Why nervously? I had school that night and the teacher I have is a stickler for punctuality. So much so that he will lock the door after the start of class so that tardy students can’t come in. After dropping my brother off at his house I took his car and made it to class only about an hour late. ( On a normal day I would have been home at 3:45, this time not until 6:30) .

Wednesday I had my brothers car so I could get to work, but the weather was still miserable: chilly and rainy all day long. Half way through the day the owner of the company came to the job site and started reassigning people to other job sites because there was no more work to be done where we were. Guess where I got re-assigned to? My cousin Evan who had just out on his own back in May. Thankfully he had work otherwise I would probably just have been asked to take some time off.

And then the garage called. They had found the problem (broken timing belt), fixed it, and then found another problem (radiator leak). Since they had my car I told them to replace my brakes as well, since they were just about gone. Because I don’t have a cell I wasn’t able to talk to the garage until late in the day and they couldn’t get everything done before they closed so I would have to wait until Thursday to pick up my car.

Thursday went fairly well. I simply felt disconnected all day long and not very in control. I’ll skip a lot of details because this has become such a monster post, but we found out at the end of the day that we wouldn’t be able to go back there for a minimum of a week because the town was closing a bridge that we had to cross, due to all of the flood damage. My brother took me to the garage where I picked up the car and paid the bill. Let’s just say the repair bill was for more than I originally paid for the car. Being Thursday it was class night again, but having to pick up my car made me late again. I arrived fifteen minutes late to find the door locked. He did let me in but he was NOT very happy. He also took off an hour from my attendance record.

Friday I had off from work, which I sorely needed. I used it to rest up and get a lot of chores done that had been piling up during the week. And now it is Saturday. Normally a day of rest for me. But this week I had a class I was planning on attending. Planning, because I didn’t set my alarm or remember it until ten-thirty, (it started at ten) and since I would have been more than an hour late I decided to just skip it and stay home.

Like I said at the beginning, this post was to remember, not to make you feel sorry for me or anything. If you made it all the way through this monster post, congratulations. I’m not sure I would have if this were on someone else’s site. Maybe next week I can write something a little cheerier.