Sad Times... Sad Times...
Today is a day of mourning... my dear, sweet Ghettofabulous companion died early this a.m. when I was on my way to meet a co-worker to set out on a job. The plan was simple: get up at 4:45a, get ready to leave house by 5:30a, drive to Gowen Field Alby's to meet co-worker, leave Ghetto, drive to Burley and then Twin Falls to complete hardware installations. Ghetto's oil light came on yesterday, but I felt I could just get oil at Alby's and fill her up this evening after getting back from Burley/Twin Falls. She was ready to die but neglected to inform me of her decision until we were curving on the connector as it switched from westbound to eastbound. She chugged at me and began to slow down. I encouraged her that she could make it and she recovered... temporarily. I kept repeating words of encouragement... coaxing her to accept the fact that she could make it to our destination... but she did not listen. We took an early exit (5 exits shy of our the "meet point") and I veered her towards the closest gas station so I could go inside and get some oil to buy some time. She gulped the oil greedily, but protested loudly as I started her up. I called my comrade to let her know she would need to backtrack to pick me up. As I was passing the details on, Ghetto was screaming in pain and agony as my foot pressed down on the gas peddle. She decided that she had had enough and stopped. Just STOPPED! Good thing her wheels were still moving because I was able to pull her into a parking lot... to her grave. It was her last time parking and it was straight, in-between the lines. Sniff, Sniff. She and I had a lot of good times together. I'll call the tow dude tomorrow and hopefully the dealership is open to accept her and let me know the damages. I'm debating whether she should be resurrected or taken out of her misery completely. I'm sure she enjoyed me has her owner/companion, but I should have taken better care of her when it came to those damn things called "oil changes." I accept full responsibility for her death... I have no idea what car I would like to get, but it needs to be done so I can have a car that I can drive on trips and depend on. No car will ever fill GhettoFabulous' shoes... she was definitely one of a kind... Farewell my Sweet!
On the plus side... I had a good time installing hardware! I love touching all the cool machines and plugging stuff in :-) However, I am so exhausted (got home @ 7:15p) that I am unable to shed tears for my loss.
Lately, I’ve returned to my first and ultimate passion: reading. Every once in a while, I will get a hold of a book that will drive me absolutely mad with addiction! I want to read it all the time, I think about what is going to happen next, I wonder about the characters, etc. The current love is “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand. I am enthralled and enraptured, held captive by the story as it unwinds. It has me staying up late… reading along even though my eyes are heavy and I’m telling myself, “Just one more section and I’ll turn off the light and go to sleep…” But then something cur-razy happens and I’m held hostage. When I get caught up in a book like this, I breeze through so I can get to the end and then I get pissed off at myself for finishing so soon… I should have read slower so I could treasure each and every word, situation, character… but then that wouldn’t be me :-) Let’s see… dog (modern woman’s cat), books, time alone… I must say that I am totally enjoying spinsta life!
Thursday evening was a delightful time spent with Katy Kat, enjoying 1st Thursday festivities. That included: traipsing from gallery to small stores, to galleries, to Louie's, yadda yadda. At each stop, we would drink whatever wine was offered and check out the goods. One of my favorite galleries was the Lisk. On display were awesome trees on metal (that's the best description I can come up with). For some reason, I always enjoy trees in art. Then I saw a great painting which I was very tempted to purchase. It was titled, "Color of Kissing." It was a small painting of two mouths; the man's was on the left and appeared more closed; the woman's was on the right and appeared open and giving. I felt she was more open to him and he just wanted to take from her. The painting would have been more sweet if the man was equally open or perhaps going for a bottom-lip nibble :-) Home before 10p. Called to ensure Katy Kat got a ride home and ended up waking dear Elle - damn phone! I'm still getting used to my kickass new phone.
Sunday
