"Alone And Stranded In Stir Crazy"....February 7, 2000

"Alone And Stranded In Stir Crazy"....February 7, 2000

Late Evening...

...of course, because it is the time I am not only free to write, but feel most inspired. The Goddess says to people that being a night owl is part of my genetic makeup. I cannot argue with her there. I have loved the night time for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was old enough to wear on my parents' resolve, I have stayed up long after my physical self was, too, weary. It is my spirit that feels so alive and awake at night.

As it so happens, I find myself alone on this eve. The Goddess is out with Freda undoubtedly doing things that this man would just not understand. I do not have to understand something to appreciate it.

Indeed I do not.

And typical of my times of solitude of late, I have found myself drawn to the power of the pen, or as it happens, the keyboard.

I have been rather stressed today; the car that I spent almost a grand on in actual dollars last week to get fixed is still experiencing the same problems as before I took it into the shop. The other cost is in lost time with clients, for which there is little recovery. Where the bills do not seem pro-rated with my monthly income, the effect can last for months. I am getting tired of playing catch up all the time. If I did not have so much money already invested into that beast of an automobile, I would sell the damn thing without so much as a blink of an eye. It does not help, either, that the fact that I am perpetually behind in bills for reasons like this prevents me from getting another car loan even if I wanted to.

I fear that I may have been scammed by the shop that I have been taking the car to for transmission problems. This last time, they repaired it a great deal quicker than usual. Also, in order to repair the clutch, the battery has to be disconnected. When this happens, the radio has to be reset with a password. I have had to search and search for the paper I have the password written on the last three times that I have had the exact same work done. This time, however, the radio was working without needing a password, which leads me to believe that the battery was not disconnected, which leads me to conclude that perhaps I was scammed.

Unfortunately, I will probably never know. One thing I do know, however, is that these frequent forced reprieves are driving me stir crazy.

At least I am being driven somewhere.

Funny, I had just recently returned from a lengthy visit at that little town of Stir Crazy after The Goddess decided it would make for an interesting and memorable vacation spot. It's claim to fame is that the entire town is laid out in a circular fashion, with no traffic lights, or so much as a stop sign. Like the Autobaun in Germany, the streets have no posted speed limit either. In order to enjoy the scenery, one must risk life and limb and jump out of his vehicle. No one seems to even want to bother with sight seeing, however, for the inhabitants, and well researched visitors like The Goddess, spend all their time just coming and going, coming and going. Unfortunately for me, while we were there, The Goddess insisted on driving much too fast, and kept the doors locked for added comfort and security. I would like to say that she bored of the place rather quickly, but it took a while for her to be back at her optimum level of medication. Once she got there, though, I found us on a Concorde back to our hometown of Rational Reality. I certainly had no intentions of ever returning to Stir Crazy, let alone so soon after I recently departed. I have spent most of today looking for my ticket home; I have misplaced it somewhere, and not even is The Goddess here to help me find it.

Which, truth be known, is a rather good thing. I'll probably find my ticket and get home much faster on my own accord. She likes it too much here.

....Blessed Be...