Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I haven't had an especially bad day, but neither have I really had a good day. I should've spent part of the day in the company of friends. I had a performance scheduled for today (so at least I'd have been with my bandmates, who are friends, and the pleasure of performing), but it was postponed to March because of all the snow still in the way, and the change didn't happen early enough for me to round up something more traditional to do.

So I spoke to somebody significant for a while on the phone (landline -- I actually unplugged my modem!), made breakfast, made a few more phone calls, read my email, really really wanted a nap but decided I had to do the errands I'd been putting off all week first, and went to dig my car out for the first time since Sunday. I got one wheel and half the front bumper clear (for a distance of about four inches), and found the snow on the passenger side was lower than the door frame, so I figured that was probably enough. It was. I climbed in from the passenger side, then managed, with some maneuvering, to drive out of snow as high as the bottoms of my doors (deeper than that on the left, which was the direction I had to go) with just barely enough digging.

I went to the pharmacy, and the photo lab, and the nail salon, and the grocery store, and discovered I can't even pay as many bills this month as I thought I could (anyone want to help me with my HMO premium before I lose my coverage?), and came home and realized I was not going to be able to dig a spot for my car in front of my house (it's been parked around the corner at the other end of the block all week) with the way the snow has been packed by the plow and weighted down by the rain and turned to ice too hard for my snow shovel to cut on the bottom. (At least, if I planned on getting out of bed sometime in the next three days, I couldn't push my body that hard. And I'm out of Vicodin, so I'd better not induce a fibromyalgia flare.) I tried ramming the car in, but a ToyAuto just isn't as heavy as the Pontiac I learned that trick in, and I didn't get close enough to the curb to feel like it was safely out of the way of traffic, So I took a while wiggling the car off the ice, then ramming a space with my rear bumper (pausing every time a clump of traffic came by), so I could try again. Now the car's not straight -- the back is sticking out a little -- but I think it's straight enough and close enough to the curb (which I can't really find). I had to climb out the passenger door, of course. (I live on the left side of a one-way street.)

I really hate "attack seat belts". Climbing in and out of the driver's seat from the passenger door is a Major Hassle. It shouldn't be, even with a console shift. Feh.

Anyhow, I'm home, I'm tired, some folks I tried to get ahold of aren't in phone-reach at the moment, and ... did I mention tired? Very tired. (Driving anywhere in Baltimore took four times as long as it should've, between the reduced amount of useable pavement, the rain/fog, the pedestrians who still don't have sidewalks outside of downtown, and accidentally winding up doing part of my day during rush hour.) But I did get email from my mother, which doesn't happen every year, and a phone call from my brother (once I bought more airtime for the phone he gave me for Christmas). And I got to start the day with a warmfuzzy phone call while finishing waking up.

Like I said at the top of this entry: not a bad day, just not as good a day as it would've been nice for this day to have been.

Anyone up for a late-night snack/ice-cream run if I can get my car off the snowbank again?