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So, I mentioned yesterday that my cars brakes were going, and tonight, as I was driving to the library to pick up the Harry Potter books I had on reserve there (I'm re-reading them with the new movie coming out soon), I was following a VW on Hwy 99, and as I and the car in front of me were slowing down at a stop light, the brakes just gave out. Poof! No brakes! I rear-ended the other car.
Shit. Damn Muggle machinery.
Fortunately, I was going like 5 miles an hour when it happened, slowing down to come to a stop at the light, so the collision wasn't serious, but I know I scared the shit out of the people in the car in front of me. Nobody was injured, and my car wasn't damaged, though the car in front of me had a minor scrape on the back bumper, which the other driver wasn't too pleased about. Understandably. I called the police and then my insurance company, USAA (OH! I forgot to mention I got paid today and got my phone turned back on), and the police came out and said the damage wasn't enough to file a report on, and the police officer was kind enough to not issue me a citation for driving on faulty brakes, so I exchanged insurance info with the other driver (thank the gods that policy hasn't lapsed yet), and limped home using the emergency brake to stop. (I was only like 3 blocks from home when it happened).
Damn. Like I need this now. I just spent my paycheck getting my phone reconnected.
I called Mom, and she says that she'll help me get the brakes fixed since I need them to drive to work. (I'm grateful that I have a mother who likes to feel needed that way.)
My sister, Nettie, was also there at my Mom's when I called, and she is getting ready to go to New Orleans (once again!). Her unit has been re-activated - I guess with Hurricane Rita about to hit the Gulf Coast, the powers-that-be foresee needing troops mobilized in the area ahead of time this time (how forward-thinking of them!). She says she heard that the reason they were ordered to stand down a couple of weeks ago in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina was because the Governor of Louisiana told the army that no more troops were needed! Don't know how what the real story is, but with all the fuckups at all levels of government in the Katrina debacle, I'm prepared to believe anything. But no matter what the government (or lack thereof) is doing, I'm still very proud of my little sister, helping out in the crisis. Go Go Nettie Go!
With all the shit I've been going through over the past few weeks, between the depression, poverty, nihilism and the disintegration of my hopes and aspirations, I've decided I need a Faerie Break. There's a Faerie gathering in Vancouver BC next weekend (The Vancouver Green Body Gathering), and I need to go. I need the Fae energy, the companionship and magic of my Fae brethren, and the escape for a little while. So damn the consequences of missing out on some possible days of work, and damn the money I'll need to spend to drive to BC, I'm going next week. I want to be there. No, I NEED to be there.
Now, I'm going to curl up in bed and escape into Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Shit. Damn Muggle machinery.
Fortunately, I was going like 5 miles an hour when it happened, slowing down to come to a stop at the light, so the collision wasn't serious, but I know I scared the shit out of the people in the car in front of me. Nobody was injured, and my car wasn't damaged, though the car in front of me had a minor scrape on the back bumper, which the other driver wasn't too pleased about. Understandably. I called the police and then my insurance company, USAA (OH! I forgot to mention I got paid today and got my phone turned back on), and the police came out and said the damage wasn't enough to file a report on, and the police officer was kind enough to not issue me a citation for driving on faulty brakes, so I exchanged insurance info with the other driver (thank the gods that policy hasn't lapsed yet), and limped home using the emergency brake to stop. (I was only like 3 blocks from home when it happened).
Damn. Like I need this now. I just spent my paycheck getting my phone reconnected.
I called Mom, and she says that she'll help me get the brakes fixed since I need them to drive to work. (I'm grateful that I have a mother who likes to feel needed that way.)
My sister, Nettie, was also there at my Mom's when I called, and she is getting ready to go to New Orleans (once again!). Her unit has been re-activated - I guess with Hurricane Rita about to hit the Gulf Coast, the powers-that-be foresee needing troops mobilized in the area ahead of time this time (how forward-thinking of them!). She says she heard that the reason they were ordered to stand down a couple of weeks ago in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina was because the Governor of Louisiana told the army that no more troops were needed! Don't know how what the real story is, but with all the fuckups at all levels of government in the Katrina debacle, I'm prepared to believe anything. But no matter what the government (or lack thereof) is doing, I'm still very proud of my little sister, helping out in the crisis. Go Go Nettie Go!
With all the shit I've been going through over the past few weeks, between the depression, poverty, nihilism and the disintegration of my hopes and aspirations, I've decided I need a Faerie Break. There's a Faerie gathering in Vancouver BC next weekend (The Vancouver Green Body Gathering), and I need to go. I need the Fae energy, the companionship and magic of my Fae brethren, and the escape for a little while. So damn the consequences of missing out on some possible days of work, and damn the money I'll need to spend to drive to BC, I'm going next week. I want to be there. No, I NEED to be there.
Now, I'm going to curl up in bed and escape into Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.