Wednesday, May 21, 2008


For the second time in two weeks, on the same stretch of road, Beast had a vehicle emergency around 3:30 this afternoon. This time he was in his own car, but the end result is that one vehicle is in the shop right now. He got a flat tire on a VERY busy road, managed to get to the side and get everything sorted to change the tire...and then a) broke off two lugnuts, b) slammed his right hand into the gravel when the second nut broke, and c) hyperextended his elbow at the same time.

Where was he headed? To the doctor about an injury he incurred about three weeks ago that just won't clear up--a ding in his nose from flying tool. So, he called me, I called the doctor's office and rescheduled that appointment, and then I called the local car-repair guy who towed Beast's Honda to the shop (over an hour round-trip), while Beast called the guy from whom he rents his business-trip cars. Repair Guy drove Beast to Avis and Beast made it on time to the barber shop where he and Sparky had haircuts scheduled at 5:00.

They got their haircuts, he went and moved all the stuff from his car into the rental, we met for dinner, and then we spent 45 minutes in a meeting about Sparky's new school. After the meeting, Sparky got a verbal commitment from a teacher to sponsor the anime club--the same teacher said he might start a video gaming club--I spoke to Sparky's gym teacher about some concerns, and we talked to a mom whose kids may be coming on the mission trip next month.

Beast was gone 5:15 a.m. - 8:30 p.m. straight; I left the house at 6 a.m. and returned at the same time.

Long day.

At least I didn't end up in jail for killing Schedule Nazi. She's still breathing. So far.

Urban Word:
California Car Pool: When each member of a group uses their own car to go to the same destination. Typically, describing the case where the group is together at the start or close enough to share rides.

Tonight was another one of those California Car Pool evenings for us: we took two cars from the barber shop to dinner, to the high school, and then home. Gas prices be damned..

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