Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sometimes you can't really know what someone is saying to you. You hear the words, but sometimes the words carry a meaning different from their dictionary definition. If you have no other basis for interpretation, you interpret from your own base. In an intimate relationship, the only way to fully understand the other person's messages, or lack thereof, is to understand their motivations, how their mind works, what their concerns and priorities are.
If you don't understand that, you don't have an intimate relationship. You're just skimming along the surface.
-- Silk --


Last night, when I went to bed, I turned off the TV in the kitchen, and was struck by how quiet the house was. Usually there's something running - the attic fan, basement dehumidifier, furnace, A/C, refrigerator, freezer, the compressor at the liquor store 1/4 mile away that seems to reverberate off the glass walls - something, but last night it was quiet. Except for a buzzing sound.

There was a buzz like an off-balance fan. Or trapped bees. Or termites chewing the walls.

I wandered around the house trying to find the source, then realized it was coming from outside.

Crickets. And tree frogs. And maybe a cicada or two.

And that pretty well describes my life right now.


I finally gave up and called Vic to ask what's happening with the minivan. He said he'd driven it for 1.5 tanks of gas (about 400 miles), and saw no problem at all. He says the timing is perfect. Killing the battery may have caused the computer to reset itself, and that may have fixed the problem.

He's going to have Captain Vantastic check the electric door and ramp, and then I can have it back.

Then I'll be ready to start moving, and I will become the builder's worst nightmare..

1 comment:

Becs said...

You were born to be a Jersey Girl. Come and claim your big hair and right not to pump your own gas.