I Got Lost

Ok, so after my toe got stung by that mean little mud hornet, life got sorta sucky. I say sorta, because really, even when things don't go my way, I'm still a fairly upbeat and positive person. When rent day is looming and I only have half of it and I get passed over by a potential client...I think to myself "Oh...oh boy...oh goodness..what will I do....something needs to happen soon, I need to make some money so I can pay my rent, please...." and really, that's when the tide usually turns. This has been the situation many times this year, I hate to admit it; that I teeter on the slender end of a branch which is stretched out over a muddy swamp filled with snakes and gators. But I cling, friends, I cling tight, and I slip back inch-by-inch to a place on the branch that is thicker, more sturdy, able to hold me up a while longer. Eventually, soon I hope, I will climb down off that branch altogether, cut that tree down and build a house with it....trap me some gators and sell them to a zoo for extra cash, you see where I am going with this.

So, even while my toe was numb (and it was, for several days - those mud hornet stings really pack a wallop!) I managed to bake up a storm for Jack's birthday party. I really enjoy doing this, even though I usually over-do it, spend too much on special ingredients, etc. But my little Jack O'Lantern is worth it. I packed up the goodies and drove up to Nashua for his party, with a gleeful anticipation in my heart for the NSI CD release party to be held later on that evening! I love this band, love the people who make up this band, and I am so unbelievably proud of them for completing the recording of such incredible music. My friends. Inspire me!

Now of course when you combine a sweltering hot August day with my poor faltering car, it can't end well. And it didn't. I never made it to the show, due to another mysterious bout with overheating, the type which happens even though I check all fluids before driving. This has happened before, and with dire results (the type which are, more likely than not, contributing to my poor car's current condition). At least I didn't push the car beyond it's limits, or have to push the car itself! (Which has happened numerous times, as well. It has really been an automotive crapshoot with my little Indigo, but I love it still!).

I limped back to Karen and Aaron's house and wound up having a fun evening with them, playing tipsy foosball and laughing with their adorable lawyer friend Mike. *sigh* Mike. All in all, not a bad way to get stuck someplace that I hadn't intended to be! And again, although I was very upset, very very sad that I would miss the show, the show that I had been looking forward to all these past months, I turned my wounded feelings into gratitude, of sorts. I made it to a safe place and had a fun night, and my godson was thrilled to bits to have his Auntie Janelle on hand to help him put his new Lego Starship together! With Mike. Hunky, funny, adorable Mike. *sigh*

So I made it back home with my car, not without some more confusing automotive mysteries, but who cares, right? It was late afternoon when I returned home, and the rest of my day was spent being a good friend to Kevin, who needed to talk. And phonecalls with concerned friends, to simultaneously explain why I didn't make it to the show and to get their feedback on how the show was. By the time I finished with these activities, it was late. I should have called my Uncle Mark. But I didn't.

*to be continued. Again*