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Perfunctory Writing

May 30, 2005

An ex and I used to have this thing called "perfunctory sex." It sounds a lot worse than it actually was; it just provided us with a way to connect quickly when there was little time/inclination to connect.

Or, come to think of it, maybe it WAS as bad as it sounds.

Either way, I'm doing perfunctory writing today, because I was just getting into the habit of writing every day when I slipped this weekend and here it is Monday already.

Memorial Day.

And I have no wise words whatsoever to bestow upon this auspicious holiday.

I can tell you this. Coley wrote a love letter to my friend Kate, which included the lines:

"I love you so much, I love you more! I love you so much, I'm driving crazy!"

And I have been thinking about it and giggling to myself all weekend.

Yesterday, I came home and there was a note in my door from the fire department. They said that someone had called in a report of smoke coming out of my house, so the FD let themselves in through my back window and investigated. They found nothing, so they secured my house and left. When I read the note, I thought certainly some creative thief had entered my home and, finding nothing worth stealing, invented this elaborate ruse to explain the muddy footprints on my kitchen floor and the general state of the window area. But I called the fire department, and they were able to confirm that they did come out on a call.

My first order of business for today, once I get in gear, will be to check my smoke alarms.

On Friday, my brake pads suddenly wore down completely...with no warning. I was driving, and I experienced some strange noises/sensations when braking, then when I pulled up to my destination, the brakes were grinding horribly.

Luckily, my destination was Kate's house, and Kate's stepfather happens to be a hobbyist mechanic/fix-it man/you-name-it-he-can-do-it kind of guy. I drove it over there when I was done babysitting so he could inspect the brakes and let me know what the problem was. He did more than that. He replaced the pads, topped off all of the fluids, checked the tire pressure and filled up the tires. And, of course, gave me a lecture about the fact that I don't keep track of my gas mileage and I was low on oil. I deserved the lecture. In my defense, I was ABOUT to get the oil changed this week...but I'm just awful about checking the tire pressure, and I DON'T keep track of my gas mileage at all.

I figured my payment to him, since he wouldn't accept any money above the cost of parts, was that I would keep track of the mileage and create a better system of storing my car's maintenance records. I have completely paid off the car, so I want it to last a few more years at least. It was terribly nice of him to take care of all of that for me. I need to stop being so stereotypically girly about car care, as well as fixing stuff around the house. There are a couple of repairs that I need to make that I know are relatively cheap, but the "qualified" professionals I've spoken to on the phone want to charge a buttload. We'll just see about THAT! HA!

Anyway, I'm about to be inundated with children - so I should go prepare myself mentally for a day of serving small people's every need.

Posted at May 30, 2005 8:45 AM

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