getting myself together
Mar. 15th, 2019 07:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So we've got to leave sometime this morning to get to the farm. I wanted to leave first thing, but my car is in purgatory, so it's not like I could start loading it last night like I wanted to.
And we really should take Dude's aunt's car. (I think I've mentioned it before-- his elderly aunt had work done on her car that re-set the computer part that tracks emissions data. without adequate data, the computer can't give a readout to the mechanic, meaning it can't pass inspection. they told her, this 80 year old woman on a fixed income, to "just drive to Rochester a couple of times" in her Buick she's had for fifteen years and maybe put fifteen thousand miles onto in that time. We drove it to Rochester for her, she drove it to Rochester again, it's still not got enough data, she's said "well fuck it, then my car won't pass inspection, let them arrest me" and we don't really know what else to do.)
I told Dude to contact his aunt, as it's his family, but he has not. In his defense, he still is quite under the weather, and lost his voice entirely yesterday. (Against his defense, though, I asked him to contact them last week, when he was not yet sick, so.) So really I guess I'm going to wait until 8 and call the garage and get my car back, and then I'm going to call Dude's aunt and spring on her with absolutely zero notice that we can take her car. I don't want to, it's not comfortable and the stereo doesn't work, and an eight-hour road trip with no stereo is just that much longer, and Dude being sick means I'm driving the whole way both ways and this car has shitty tires, a suspension like a bass boat, and no turning radius, you just kind of hope you can get wherever you're going facing forward because you've got no other option.
But the longer we let her car go uninspected, the more severe the consequences for getting stopped by the police. I don't actually want to be in her car at all. I have a terrible history with traffic/vehicle tickets-- nothing heinous but at one point my license was suspended for a ticket I didn't know about (I'd been in an accident and it had escaped my notice that any action was required from me on top of all the action that totaling my car had required of me) and so I got arrested and actually thrown in jail with my hairtie and glasses confiscated (did you know? they take your glasses? even if you're blind? apparently you could kill yourself or someone else with glasses? somehow they're a weapon? so I was stuck in a holding cell and couldn't see the length of my own arm? was that terrifying? you think? and no i did not use the combination toilet and sink, that was really something.)
ANYWAY if we don't drive this fucking Buick then she's going to wind up in prison or something. but i don't want to, at all, I just don't want to, and I resent that Dude has just fallen totally down on this and on every obligation for this month; his car was also overdue for inspection even before he got sick, and the cat is out of medication and I asked him if he could make the appointment since my availability is open, and he has neither done so nor told me any reason he cannot, so I guess our cat is just going to die of untreated hyperthyroidism now that her pills have run out? or it's just My Problem now along with everything? Sigh.
(I don't have a great deal of cope at this time of year, I barely survive February every time it fucking happens. I get that he has the flu or something and I should be being more supportive of him but he had already fucking fallen down on literally every bit of this before he showed his first symptom, so.)
Ugh I'm just stewing because I can't sleep but Dude is still in bed so I can't even start packing, all my shit is in the room. I don't know why I store any of my belongings in that room when most of my life seems to be spent waiting for him to wake up so I can get in there and look for something or other. Well, I don't have a ton of other places to store shit, I guess. I am quite obviously just really resentful that I am not sleeping well and he is sleeping constantly and that's the story of this week. (Dial up the resentment when I can't sleep because he's snoring! I don't know why I didn't make up the guest bed, that was dumb of me. Oh also he's been touching everything and leaving dirty dishes around and it's like he's actively trying to expose me to whatever he's got. Dude just. Just. Don't! Argh.) (I swear I am normally nicer to him than this, I swear.)
Oh my gosh that was all whining. Well, get it out of my system.
And we really should take Dude's aunt's car. (I think I've mentioned it before-- his elderly aunt had work done on her car that re-set the computer part that tracks emissions data. without adequate data, the computer can't give a readout to the mechanic, meaning it can't pass inspection. they told her, this 80 year old woman on a fixed income, to "just drive to Rochester a couple of times" in her Buick she's had for fifteen years and maybe put fifteen thousand miles onto in that time. We drove it to Rochester for her, she drove it to Rochester again, it's still not got enough data, she's said "well fuck it, then my car won't pass inspection, let them arrest me" and we don't really know what else to do.)
I told Dude to contact his aunt, as it's his family, but he has not. In his defense, he still is quite under the weather, and lost his voice entirely yesterday. (Against his defense, though, I asked him to contact them last week, when he was not yet sick, so.) So really I guess I'm going to wait until 8 and call the garage and get my car back, and then I'm going to call Dude's aunt and spring on her with absolutely zero notice that we can take her car. I don't want to, it's not comfortable and the stereo doesn't work, and an eight-hour road trip with no stereo is just that much longer, and Dude being sick means I'm driving the whole way both ways and this car has shitty tires, a suspension like a bass boat, and no turning radius, you just kind of hope you can get wherever you're going facing forward because you've got no other option.
But the longer we let her car go uninspected, the more severe the consequences for getting stopped by the police. I don't actually want to be in her car at all. I have a terrible history with traffic/vehicle tickets-- nothing heinous but at one point my license was suspended for a ticket I didn't know about (I'd been in an accident and it had escaped my notice that any action was required from me on top of all the action that totaling my car had required of me) and so I got arrested and actually thrown in jail with my hairtie and glasses confiscated (did you know? they take your glasses? even if you're blind? apparently you could kill yourself or someone else with glasses? somehow they're a weapon? so I was stuck in a holding cell and couldn't see the length of my own arm? was that terrifying? you think? and no i did not use the combination toilet and sink, that was really something.)
ANYWAY if we don't drive this fucking Buick then she's going to wind up in prison or something. but i don't want to, at all, I just don't want to, and I resent that Dude has just fallen totally down on this and on every obligation for this month; his car was also overdue for inspection even before he got sick, and the cat is out of medication and I asked him if he could make the appointment since my availability is open, and he has neither done so nor told me any reason he cannot, so I guess our cat is just going to die of untreated hyperthyroidism now that her pills have run out? or it's just My Problem now along with everything? Sigh.
(I don't have a great deal of cope at this time of year, I barely survive February every time it fucking happens. I get that he has the flu or something and I should be being more supportive of him but he had already fucking fallen down on literally every bit of this before he showed his first symptom, so.)
Ugh I'm just stewing because I can't sleep but Dude is still in bed so I can't even start packing, all my shit is in the room. I don't know why I store any of my belongings in that room when most of my life seems to be spent waiting for him to wake up so I can get in there and look for something or other. Well, I don't have a ton of other places to store shit, I guess. I am quite obviously just really resentful that I am not sleeping well and he is sleeping constantly and that's the story of this week. (Dial up the resentment when I can't sleep because he's snoring! I don't know why I didn't make up the guest bed, that was dumb of me. Oh also he's been touching everything and leaving dirty dishes around and it's like he's actively trying to expose me to whatever he's got. Dude just. Just. Don't! Argh.) (I swear I am normally nicer to him than this, I swear.)
Oh my gosh that was all whining. Well, get it out of my system.
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Date: 2019-03-15 01:32 pm (UTC)