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Cars, cars, CARS!!!!!
Dec. 14th, 2002 08:57 pmLee and I went out today looking at cars.
My favorite pastime, dontcha know. A whole day dealing with used car salesmen.
Given a choice between that and, say, root canal, I guess I'd take the salesmen, but only after giving the choice some serious thought.
I have no desire to summarize our wanderings today, but we did visit something over a half dozen lots. Finally, we test drove a Mitsubishi Mirage (the same car Lee drove before her accident, which totaled that vehicle), and despite a few little problems, it seemed like a nice vehicle for about the right price.
Lee bought it. (Yeah, I know it's not the way to do things, but I'm not doing them.)
Afterward, we celebrated at the Outback on Bay Area. Then we stopped at the Barnes & Noble a few doors down, to purchase a couple of CDs so that Lee could check out the CD player in the car. I finally decided to buy David Weber's War of Honor, which comes with a CD from Baen with the full text, unencrypted and in several formats, of the entire Harrington corpora, as well as a number of other works published by Baen, as well as other goodies.
I'd bought a CD of Andrea Bocelli soon after arriving in Houston, and I've been playing it in the car to and from work every day. I love it. Sometimes I think that, if you took a list of shampoo ingredients (e.g., sodium laurel sulfate, etc.) and set it to music, Bocelli would make it sound like a little bit of heaven.
I ran across an old friend, Abe T., at the B&N. We chatted a bit, and he called a few minutes ago and spoke some more. I must make a point of staying in contact with people like Abe in the coming year (not that I plan, necessarily, to sit on my hands the rest of this year).
A couple of times, while driving around the past few days, I've broken out of what appears to have been a pervasive deep funk that I've apparently allowed myself to remain in for quite a long time, the result of having my nose a bit too close to the ever-present grindstone.
This past week has been, I suppose, what one might call a "working vacation," away from the family but accountable to a client during the day. I cannot say that I have "recharged my batteries," but I am aware that something has changed. I just hope I can retain that feeling.
Cheers...
My favorite pastime, dontcha know. A whole day dealing with used car salesmen.
Given a choice between that and, say, root canal, I guess I'd take the salesmen, but only after giving the choice some serious thought.
I have no desire to summarize our wanderings today, but we did visit something over a half dozen lots. Finally, we test drove a Mitsubishi Mirage (the same car Lee drove before her accident, which totaled that vehicle), and despite a few little problems, it seemed like a nice vehicle for about the right price.
Lee bought it. (Yeah, I know it's not the way to do things, but I'm not doing them.)
Afterward, we celebrated at the Outback on Bay Area. Then we stopped at the Barnes & Noble a few doors down, to purchase a couple of CDs so that Lee could check out the CD player in the car. I finally decided to buy David Weber's War of Honor, which comes with a CD from Baen with the full text, unencrypted and in several formats, of the entire Harrington corpora, as well as a number of other works published by Baen, as well as other goodies.
I'd bought a CD of Andrea Bocelli soon after arriving in Houston, and I've been playing it in the car to and from work every day. I love it. Sometimes I think that, if you took a list of shampoo ingredients (e.g., sodium laurel sulfate, etc.) and set it to music, Bocelli would make it sound like a little bit of heaven.
I ran across an old friend, Abe T., at the B&N. We chatted a bit, and he called a few minutes ago and spoke some more. I must make a point of staying in contact with people like Abe in the coming year (not that I plan, necessarily, to sit on my hands the rest of this year).
A couple of times, while driving around the past few days, I've broken out of what appears to have been a pervasive deep funk that I've apparently allowed myself to remain in for quite a long time, the result of having my nose a bit too close to the ever-present grindstone.
This past week has been, I suppose, what one might call a "working vacation," away from the family but accountable to a client during the day. I cannot say that I have "recharged my batteries," but I am aware that something has changed. I just hope I can retain that feeling.
Cheers...
