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So today is the championship bout. It's so exciting I can't stand it; this is my fifth season and the first time I've ever been in serious contention for the league championship. I won't go so far as being favorite to win it, but we did defeat the team we're facing already once this season-- not by a lot, but it was a W. (Under ten points I think, but it wasn't the one-point squeaker we had over the team we went on to beat by 50 last bout.) But you can't ever really truly predict future performance based on past performance-- not in an amateur sport like this where so much changes week to week, month to month. We'll have a different roster; the skaters on that roster have in turn lived their lives in the interim, learning new skills and developing bad habits and undergoing general life stresses that have improved or degraded the way they'll perform on this night.
So we don't know what will happen. And I'm overthinking, as usual.
I have had a wonderful season, with more stress and more fun and more love and more sense of achievement than other seasons, though just like children you can't compare seasons to one another. They're all different. And as long as that balance sheet comes out positive, and doing this is still better than not doing this, then I'll still keep doing this. And I'll try to remember to always be grateful for every minute I spend doing this, whether that minute is rewarding at the time or only in retrospect. This is kind of important to think about right now, because whatever happens tonight is guaranteed to be awesome, but next week there's a grievance hearing and as my team's grievance panel rep I'm going to have to submerge myself neck-deep in it. Which is the least attractive part of being involved in any organization-- what happens when people can't just get on the same page and get along already.
Well, there's that, as my former team captain used to say.
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Z has been combing through our financials. Found out yesterday that, indeed, the Prius has totaled itself: some major electrical fault has taken out the entire transmission and will cost over $7000 to repair. The car, in flawless condition, would be worth about $4k. We are frustrated because in February we had the suspension overhauled to the tune of $3k, but that's water under the bridge. It's time to let go. Which is too bad, as that car has been so good to us for so long, and is so damn cute.
Z has his heart already set on a VW-- he wants the Golf (which is a hatchback), and he wants to get it in the diesel, with an automatic transmission. (Though VW's auto transmissions are some fancy electronic-manual thing with insanely over-engineered wankery; Z learned easily to drive my Subie's stick but decided he didn't want to be bothered with all that. And it's only like $1000 to have the automatic transmission so, fine.)
We will be OK; it's an astonishingly good time for us to buy a car. Well, because Z and I had both started planning to finally make the final payments on our student loans (both of us, with only a bachelor's degree each, started off adult life five figures in the hole, and are now in our thirties still paying for our twenties. I find that pretty fucking sad, actually, and if I had it to do over would think twice about bothering with a B.A., which I haven't yet used to get a job). And we'd been thinking, preliminarily, about thinking about buying a house. So that's all scrapped for now. But we are doing well enough that it should be OK.
I am also pleased that it seems not to be a complication that we are not married. My bank was totally cool about adding him onto my policy and said there's no issue with insurance-- I can buy insurance for a car he's on the title of, so that's fine, as long as we are "cohabitant"s. I guess that's a thing. So, good. However, the rate they just quoted me was pretty awful, and I don't know why, so-- 7.99% seems really high, and they seemed to have trouble believing that Z was a software developer and wanted to know how long he'd been doing it. Huh? Ugh.
Also it turns out when you do those free credit report things, they don't actually have to tell you anything. They just run it, and give you no information. So that's kind of shitty; I have no idea what my credit is or how to find out. They ran it today at the bank, and just gave me an APR, no indication of my credit score except that it must be pretty bad-- most places brag about giving you "as low as 2.5%!" and the dealership said 5% would probably be obtainable, so 8% seems a little extortionate to me, especially from a limited-membership banking company that prides itself on exclusivity and exceptionally low rates.
So I don't know about that.
I do know I'm tired and want to go back to bed, but have a shitload of crap to do today before the bout, which I don't want to do. I'm really trying to figure out if I can work in a nap. Pleeeeease?
So we don't know what will happen. And I'm overthinking, as usual.
I have had a wonderful season, with more stress and more fun and more love and more sense of achievement than other seasons, though just like children you can't compare seasons to one another. They're all different. And as long as that balance sheet comes out positive, and doing this is still better than not doing this, then I'll still keep doing this. And I'll try to remember to always be grateful for every minute I spend doing this, whether that minute is rewarding at the time or only in retrospect. This is kind of important to think about right now, because whatever happens tonight is guaranteed to be awesome, but next week there's a grievance hearing and as my team's grievance panel rep I'm going to have to submerge myself neck-deep in it. Which is the least attractive part of being involved in any organization-- what happens when people can't just get on the same page and get along already.
Well, there's that, as my former team captain used to say.
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Z has been combing through our financials. Found out yesterday that, indeed, the Prius has totaled itself: some major electrical fault has taken out the entire transmission and will cost over $7000 to repair. The car, in flawless condition, would be worth about $4k. We are frustrated because in February we had the suspension overhauled to the tune of $3k, but that's water under the bridge. It's time to let go. Which is too bad, as that car has been so good to us for so long, and is so damn cute.
Z has his heart already set on a VW-- he wants the Golf (which is a hatchback), and he wants to get it in the diesel, with an automatic transmission. (Though VW's auto transmissions are some fancy electronic-manual thing with insanely over-engineered wankery; Z learned easily to drive my Subie's stick but decided he didn't want to be bothered with all that. And it's only like $1000 to have the automatic transmission so, fine.)
We will be OK; it's an astonishingly good time for us to buy a car. Well, because Z and I had both started planning to finally make the final payments on our student loans (both of us, with only a bachelor's degree each, started off adult life five figures in the hole, and are now in our thirties still paying for our twenties. I find that pretty fucking sad, actually, and if I had it to do over would think twice about bothering with a B.A., which I haven't yet used to get a job). And we'd been thinking, preliminarily, about thinking about buying a house. So that's all scrapped for now. But we are doing well enough that it should be OK.
I am also pleased that it seems not to be a complication that we are not married. My bank was totally cool about adding him onto my policy and said there's no issue with insurance-- I can buy insurance for a car he's on the title of, so that's fine, as long as we are "cohabitant"s. I guess that's a thing. So, good. However, the rate they just quoted me was pretty awful, and I don't know why, so-- 7.99% seems really high, and they seemed to have trouble believing that Z was a software developer and wanted to know how long he'd been doing it. Huh? Ugh.
Also it turns out when you do those free credit report things, they don't actually have to tell you anything. They just run it, and give you no information. So that's kind of shitty; I have no idea what my credit is or how to find out. They ran it today at the bank, and just gave me an APR, no indication of my credit score except that it must be pretty bad-- most places brag about giving you "as low as 2.5%!" and the dealership said 5% would probably be obtainable, so 8% seems a little extortionate to me, especially from a limited-membership banking company that prides itself on exclusivity and exceptionally low rates.
So I don't know about that.
I do know I'm tired and want to go back to bed, but have a shitload of crap to do today before the bout, which I don't want to do. I'm really trying to figure out if I can work in a nap. Pleeeeease?
