Remember the storm I said was on its way? The thunder that I didn't know what it was? Well, shortly after I posted my blog and then tried to answer other emails before I went to work, lightning that was flashing all around the house, struck so close, then boom, lights, computer went out. Lights flickered on. Then off.
It's very hard to do anything in a dark house, where the temperature is rising, and I couldn't even see with a lantern light to put on my makeup. If I didn't, I'd scare the patrons at work, so not a choice there. Couldn't fix my half a bagel I eat for breakfast, couldn't read, edit pages, nothing. Luckily I had been up at 5 and had worked on stuff for a couple of hours before the electricity went out.
I realize two things. One, the garage door won't go up without the electric turned on, and the manual deal is absolutely frozen. Which means? I can't get my car out of the garage. :( But I HAVE to go to work.
I do have options though. There's my son's car and my mother's car, neither of which I'm insured to drive. Actually, come to think of it, though, I am on my son's car registration since I bought it for him when he was underage. But his car is really low slung and in the torrential rains, I figured my mother's car is heavier and would drive better.
This is truly like a story that a heroine would have to deal with. One problem, take a path, get into more trouble. First, I had to open the gate in the pouring down rain, get soaked despite wearing a rain jacket, and move my mother's car to a carport. I notice the front tires are nearly flat. Can't inflate them because everything is wet in the carport, but then I realize, I can't inflate them because the tire inflater needs electricity anyway.
I try to leave, but my mother's keys don't include a back door key. Back in house to get my keys. Back out in the rain, trying to lock the door. Done. Head out an hour and a half hour early to work. Her car's message flashes on: Monsoon.
I laughed albeit a little hysterically. Was it really a message from God? Or was it some new music group she'd been listening too? Surely the car wasn't wired to give me the message.
But that's what I was driving in. A monsoon. It was so bad that the cars that normally drive 80 mph on the 70 mph highway into town slowed down to 60. Most of us drove at 45-50. It was so bad, I kept hydroplaning, and figured it was in part due to having nearly flat front tires. And, oh yes, the car was nearly on empty.
So I make it into town, go to the jiffy lube to get the tires pumped up. The manager tells me the car registration is expired. Horrors. I'm thinking, car's not in my name, insurance (though I have the same as my mother) is not in my name, and my mother's dead. Until I get the probate cleared up, it's not officially my car, although my mother left it to me in her will. Which the lawyer has.
*sigh* You can imagine, I wasn't stress-free yesterday morning.
I arrive at work an hour early, figuring I could work on my manuscript in the air conditioning with lights on until I needed to do all the jobs I do when I'm supposed to really be at work. But as soon as I drove into the parking lot, it dawned on me. My key to the library was in the console of MY car, parked in my garage, sitting back home. No way was I going to drive the half hour back home in the monsoon, and the half hour back...just in time to get to work on time.
I was prepared though. In the heat of the car with the rain pouring down on the roof, I read over the printed version of Seduction of the Wolf and made some corrections, until my boss arrived with HER key. And then I proceeded to tell her my very sad story. LOL!!!
The good news was that after I said my registration was expired, our temporary hire and my boss looked over at the registration and said, "Not until tomorrow." I couldn't see what the date was from the inside of the car. Grrr, on the lube manager. The registration didn't expire until July! Today.
Well, I can't change the registration until I get the will cleared up in probate. Sooo, hopefully, no more driving the car until then.
Next time the lightning's flashing like that, I'll know to move my car. :)
The fun news is I was honored to have a Canadian book seller ask to interview me last night, which was so nice.
This morning, I have to be in court first thing on the probating of the will, so not a good start to the day either. And then??? It's back to the madhouse of a day with story time hours for the kiddies. I told my co-workers that I might be at the courthouse longer than I planned. They threatened to bodily handcuff me and return me to the library, pronto. Escaping the madhouse was a nice fantasy while it lasted. :) But I have to look at it positively. My co-workers need me.
Have a super Wednesday before the long weekend! Hoping all your storms end in rainbows!Terrywww.terryspear.com