And so tis done... Wednesday, December 01, 2004 Today looked like it would be a right horror of a day. Woke up after another one of those nights where the dreams are so terrible, that you can't help but be grateful you didn't wake up in the form of a giant cockroach, like poor Gregor Samson. this morning my father went to get...no wait, I must start back father than that... Here in Taxsylvania, we have something called seasonal registration, meaning you can register your car (and therefore only have to pay insurance for it and still be able to keep the license plate) for part of the year. We decided to put the truck back on the road, sent the money and such in as per instructions, and got our sticker and registration paper. When my father took it up to be inspected, we found out that the sticker and paper they sent us was only good for three days. That, in fact, the registration had run out before it actually got to our house. So we had to wait until they fixed that. We finally got new papers, and decided that when the car went up, we'd take the truck back too and get our inspection stickers. Now, this morning, my father took the car up, and they couldn't inspect it because of the yellow warning light ("service engine soon" was on. They turned it off, and said, "Now, you have to drive this car 40 miles without shutting it off to see if the light comes back on before we can inspect the car." And, the truck wouldn't start. And it was raining so I couldn't put the charger on. So, we went for a drive. There's a t intersection in this little town about 25 miles away from my house. There's a little bridge, and a stop light. We are parked on this bridge, two cars behind us, waiting for the light to change when a half a house on a trailer decides to turn onto the bridge. We're a reasonable distance back form the light, but not *that* far. (The trailer was no where in sight when we stopped, either.) and there's no room to back up. And the bridge is not that wide. So basically, we're parked there, trapped, and as I hold my breath there are two thoughts going through my mind: ohshitohshitohshit and Oh please Lord don't let it hit us.... and as the house eeeks it's way a ball point pen cap's space past our front fender, it's obvious the prayer was louder than the cursing, because it managed, barely, to pass. So, anyway, we went home. My parents dropped me off, I wrote, hooked the battery charger up to the truck, wrote some more, helped make dinner, wrote some more, finished the first draft of The Palace of Bone, spellchecked it and now... Now I just need to do a bunch of book reviews, and everything will be peachy! :-) Permalink Cindy scribed this at 7:09 PM 0 comments

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