Or is it the other way around? I don’t think I had any intention of killing the car. I got over halfway to my destination and through most of the ‘city driving’ that is the most difficult for me, and I even did it with the manual transmission in my sister’s Nissan Sentra. Then I killed it. I will not go into detail about what went wrong until after my dad has had a chance to take a look under the hood tomorrow, but it won’t even turn over, and it was smoking and smelled pretty bad. I’ll let you know how much I have to pay to get it fixed when I know more.
So, errr… we were almost an hour out when it broke, then we waited almost four hours for my dad to arrive (which was very reasonable, he had to finish getting to Pine, unload the truck he was driving ahead of us, do some wiring on and hook up the huge trailer, drive back down the hill with the trailer to the next turnaround, then back up to us), we worked for almost an hour to get the car onto the trailer, then carefully towed the car back home, for a total of nearly seven and a half hours on the road to end up back where we started minus one car. What a day!
So, I’m going to go to bed soon, but I’ll be ‘in town’ all day Thursday at the least, and probably be driven home Friday, depending on how things go. At the longest, my grandfather is coming back down Tuesday to see his doctor, and I can ride back with him then. I don’t know. I should really be working the store this weekend. Someone should be, anyway. With two more new renters opening this weekend & the weather warming up, we’re sure to get a lot of traffic through. Traffic with money. We always hope they’ll leave some.
I was going to work on re-arranging things so I could work on creating new paintings while running the store while I was in there this weekend. That would be nice, and might help spur sales. If they start selling much at all, I’m going to have to be painting at a pretty good clip to keep up with them. High hopes. I’ve got high hopes. Of course, I had hopes of being able to drive all the way to Pine today, and with a manual transmission, no less. You know how THAT went. I guess I should have set my goals lower, gone with the automatic, probably wouldn’t have killed it. Oh well.
Confidence. I must have confidence. I thought I was doing pretty well as far as the driving went … a little trouble teaching my feet the right measure of pressure to push down the gas and let up the clutch to get started from a standstill, but I didn’t stall it out but once or twice, and apparently I had ‘really smooth transitions’ between gears – this from my sister who was riding along and now probably isn’t so happy she let me drive her car. (* I’m sorry, Angela! *) Anyway, I have confidence my art will sell. I have got some ideas about how to rewrite Forlorn so that when I get it going through Cafepress you’ll want to buy a copy – it won’t be what you’ve read so far, a more complete whole. It may even have a plot, conflict, climax, and who knows? Even an end?
Still, I ought to be sleeping now. I will be soon. I hope. Perchance to dream the death of cars.