This weekend was good.
This weekend was very, very bad.
I came back to J.’s from Common Grounds. My writer’s groups had seemingly deserted me
So back at J.’s I we had gotten him all packed up and out to my car, when he said:
“You left an oil slick in my driveway.”
I didn’t think it was mine, but a subsequent stop at my house and the airport proved me wrong.
Cupfulls of wrong What followed was made dash to the dealer before a) my engine blew up due to lack of oil or b) my engine fell out. I made it
So there I was, walking a dejected path of despair around the new vehicle section of the Saturn at Aurora, hoping M. would get there soon.
“Have you thought about a new car?”
“What, no…look if you can find me exactly what I want, today, with a payment I can handle, then sure.”
Here’s me killing time.