I have always loved that book title— the book? well, a.MAZ.ing writing– amazing writing, but ohhh, so dark– so I can’t say it’s a favorite. But the title? Love.
Those were the words that rolled across my mind when I was uploading photos just now and saw this one of Henry carefully stepping through the water.
Oddly enough, a perfect title for this week. What a week it was.
If my week were a field, all I can say is that somebody took a mattock to it and tilled the living bejeezus out of it.
Which, I don’t know about you– a week like that can only mean one thing when you reach Friday evening: a long, hot bath. Oh, yes ma’am. Please and thank you.
It cracks me up to no end.
And I know I kid a lot so you may think I am joking but it’s so true in this case— one example: I was following google* directions to a store two towns over this afternoon– it unexpectedly (and incorrectly) took me off the highway and I landed in some strange land of warehouses and creepy junkyards.
So as I cursed and moaned at my (yet again) geographic challenges– I stopped at a red light and saw a small yellow sign, “vin registration station” with an arrow.
The hell? I was already lost– could it be the mythical VIN station that I had decided to forget about ever finding? Oh yes, it could and it was.
:: okay total side note but you MUST know– so I pull down the street. An EMPTY street with no cars, no active buildings, no people. A street sign directs me to “park here and stay in the car.” I do that thinking, the hell? Next thing I know, a garage door starts opening (note, there are NO windows on this building) and a guy waves me in. I pull into a windowless garage where this guy sits at a table in a black office chair. No tv. no computer. SERIOUSLY. I could not make this up. Kafka? Yes, Kafka could make this up.
And then? It goes like this:
me: hi? I need to get my VIN verified? I’m trying to get a Rhode Island license plate?
him: you got a money order for ten dollars?
This is where I went totally speechless but in my head, it went something like this:
I have cash. I have a check. I have a credit card. Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND NO ONE TOLD ME I HAD TO BRING A MONEY ORDER!! Must kill. Must kill.
him: all you gotta do it go up the street there’s a Shell station there, they sell money orders, but it’ll cost you a dollar. ::
I won’t drag you through the rest of it, all you need to know is that I now have ALL the paperwork to return to the DMV for the THIRD time and see if they don’t want to sell me a RI license plate.
Honest to god– you thought Dorothy had it tough getting the broom from the wicked witch of the west? Let me tell you, that blue-checked chickie got off easy. You want to ride home in a hot air balloon, little girl? Bring me a license plate from the flipping ocean state and we’ll see what we can do.
So– my point was— getting lost got me to the VIN station! And there was no shortage of other dramatic turns in my week that went from bad to the promised land.
Hence my emotional fatigue and need for a long soak in a hot tub.
One of my tales turning lead into gold involves Miss Daisy and her penchant for mud diving on a day when my apartment is sparkling clean and readied for a houseful of baby shower guests who arrive tomorrow morning– but I will share that another time.
Right now, let’s focus on the positive because they may indeed be needy and spoiled, but damn if those aren’t some happy four-legged critters.
*yes, I have no GPS. Me! The one person on the planet that this magical device was invented for– I know! Crazy.