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Let's start there. Not for reasons of pity. Just a fact. Sick as a dog. Give you an idea of my mindset when my eyes first open.
Once a year 100 acres of farmland 30 miles north of me suddenly turns into an antique carnival. Tents are pitched. All colors. Red, blue and white striped, bright yellow. Faded Orange. Some vendors don't have tents and use make-shift shelving and clear tarps. Some tents are huge army surplus jobs. Some folks use no shelter at all. No matter, over 300 hundred dealers converge on this farm...once a year. I was supposed to go with a couple friends, I didn't.
They left without me due to car space. That was the beginning. 7:00 A.M. I was up. Ready. Called them, no one home.
So I drank coffee and fumed to myself while Beck slept.
Thought about writing, but it would not come. Too ill. Headache, the works.
It must have been 70 degrees outside and I'm stuck in the house. Well I sucked it up and went out. Bad idea.
I pulled out the 1962 MGA Mk II and went for a ride. Always makes me feel better. I swung back by the house and picked up Beck to run a few errands. Perhaps some gardening at her place would turn the day around. I was still bitter at being left behind.
To make a long story short, don't drive a car when you're sick. I wrecked it. Don't know how. Don't really care how, the fact remains the car is wrecked. No one hurt, it was a foolish thing. I couldn't have been going more than five mph. Foot just eased off the clutch and before I new it...stupid. No damage to the other car, which is good, but mine...
Back to the house for damage check. The grill is bent almost beyond recognition. I took off the bumper and four grill parts revealing no actual metal damage to the shroud. Which is double good because they don't make them anymore. A bent support bar underneath, but it can be straightened. No big deal. The grill however. It can be found, for a price, and it won't be original. I put the car back together and take it back to the storage unit. I'll deal with it this week.
Just past lunch.
Nap.
Beck takes me out for dinner. Still feel bad, but the Spanish place down the road is always good. Then again, never say always...
Furniture market is in town which means all the hotels and restaurants raise prices, while food quality as well as portion size goes down. They forgot half my dinner. See it's a Tapas bar and they're supposed to bring samples of different things one after the other. Well I got one. The wine was good and lucky for us we got a liter because I never saw our waitress more than three times the whole night. So I left hungry. I didn't tell Beck because she was trying to cheer me up. Make me feel better.
Headache gets worse. I keep thinking about the car. We go to take in a movie which isn't half-bad and then head home. I was too tired to read so I took some cold medicine and a beer. It was too damn hot to sleep well for a long, long time.
*sneeze*
"Bless you, buddy..."
"Thanks."
goodnight 4.26.98
