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My car wouldn't start this morning on the first three or
four tries. Finally it turned over weakly and started. The
battery is 5 years old and I should've replaced it before
winter started but it's just another one of those things
that doesn't filter up to the top of the list until it
causes a problem.
I'm still trying to figure out where the time goes. I
woke up at 10:15 after tossing and turning all night. I
think I maybe only really slept from about 5:30 to 10:15.
OK, where'd the time go:
10:15 -10:40 - dressed, shoveled a path
to the car through the 3 inches of snow that fell last
night, cleared the snow off the car, turned the key
repeatedly until the car started.
10:40 - 10:50 - drove to the Butler's Pantry
and parked the car.
10:50 - 10:56 - It took exactly 6 minutes to
walk from the parking space to the Butler's Pantry, pour
the coffee, ask for a blueberry scone, pay for both with
exact change and walk back to the car.
10: 56 - 11:01 - In 5 more minutes the car was
reparked behind the Earth Food Store, the scone was
eaten, coffee dribbled on my jeans, and I was at my
therapist's door.
11:01 - 11:59 - therapy while drinking the rest
of the coffee
12:00 - 1:09 - bought lunch at Earth Food
Store, walked to Starbucks, ate lunch and drank coffee at
Starbucks, talked with Dan and Geri and Ned.
1:09 - 1:50 - drove to cat shelter to pick up a
cat to take to the nursing home
1:50 - 2:00 - discussed cat choice with Bonnie
and selected Moses, petted Jaguar for a minute or two
2:00 - 2:15 - loaded Moses in the cat carrier,
drove to nursing home, carried Moses to activities
room
2:15 - 3:15 - the me and Moses show
3:22 - arrive back at cat shelter with Moses.
Door is locked. Note says Bonnie will be back at
3:30.
3:22 - 3:45 - sit on back steps of cat shelter
talking to Moses quietly and contemplating the afternoon
light on the phragmites or watching the cat that lives
next door at the junque dealer tiptoe across the sagging
porch roof. A woman arrives to pick up the cat she's
adopting. I explain that Bonnie will be right back. She
bums a cigarette from one of the vets downstairs and
paces around the parking lot. A man arrives wanting to
adopt a cat. He asks if I work here. I explain that
Bonnie will be back any minute and me and Moses do indeed
work here but we're locked out.
3:45 - 4:02 - put Moses back in his cage, clean
the cat carrier, unload the washer, put in another load
of wash, pet Jaguar, and head out in search of a new
battery.
4:02 - 5:45 - drive back to North Andover, wait
at Texaco station until the mechanic is free, have him
check that the battery really won't hold a charge for
long, it won't, it's basically shot. Wait for him to
install new battery. Pay for same. Leave Texaco
station.
It's all a blur after that.
5:45 was the last time I looked at my watch. Between then
and now (about 9:15) I checked voice and e mails, returned
phone calls, ate supper, fed Wilbur, scooped his litter box,
put away the clean dishes, loaded the dishwasher with the
dirty dishes, read the snail mail, aimlessly browsed the
web. So, I still don't know where the time goes.
I realized that I could have told the story of yesterday's
frustration in fewer, funnier words. And I left out
completely the fact that the attachment that can't be read
and can't be deleted is a picture of Zsolt's mother. Nancy
finds that highly metaphoric, symbolic, and even Freudian.
He can't get any e-mail because the disk is full of his
mother. She's right. This would make a great short story.
Talked to Zsolt on the phone twice tonight. Told him my
disk is filling up with pictures of his mother. He
believed me.
So, about those quotes of the day:
Dialogue 1
Geri: Why you don't just move to Providence?
Me: Oh, I'd have to sell my condo, and I have a lot of
friends here, and I'd miss Tom and Ned.
Geri: You'll just have to wait until Tom and Ned die.
Ned: You'd spend your whole life on I-495 driving to and
from the cat shelter. How is that different from driving
to Providence?
Dialogue 2
Woman 1: I'm going to die. I'm going to sit here 'til
I die. I'm going to die.
Mrs. L: We're all going to die.
Woman 2: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Woman 1: I'm going to die. I'm going to sit here 'til I
die. I'm going to die
Mrs. L: You're always dying!
Separate events. Recurring theme.
Moses was the hit of the nursing home. They kept calling
him "Holy Moses!" He ran around the room sniffing every
wheelchair and walker, looking out every window, rubbing
against people ...
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