Le Morte D'car: part 2

So, I am back. Decided to post the end of this story since I can't stand when bloggers leave a half finished story up... Not sure if I'll keep blogging after this :) We'll see.

I got the call as we prepared to leave for Kansas, a sentence of death had been passed on my car and there was naught I could do stay the executioner's hand. Not only that but if I did not clean out my car right away exorbitant fees would be charges. I had to call up one of my kind coworkers and ask him to clean out my car (which he kindly did). Actually throughout this whole experience my coworkers were extremely kind and offered lots of help. People tend to think that the people of New England are unfriendly and as cold as the winters they have to survive each year. However I have found them to be very ready to help when anything is needed.

My dad, being the kind father that he is, offered to drive me up to New Hampshire and stay with me for the two days I had to work between Christmas and New Year’s.

Arriving back at my apartment around 12:30 am we parked on the snowy street, along with a multitude of other cars and promptly went to bed. The next morning we awoke to gaze out upon the peaceful world of white. We walked outside, all ready for my Dad to take me to work. Alas! His car was not peacefully reposing where we had left it the night before. In fact it was nowhere in sight! Actually all of the cars parked along the road looked as though they had been parked after the snow fall rather than last night. It took us some time but we finally realized the awful truth. Our car had been towed.

After some frantic phone calls and googling we discovered the location of our car. It was across town in the city impound lot. Pop was about to call a cab but I decided that it would be best to contact my boss and see if he could drive us there. Very kindly, he agreed to and about an hour later picked us up from the apartment. After depositing my dad at the impound lot we proceeded on to work. 

Once there I decided to call up my dad to make sure he had found the car and was no long in dire need. All he could get out was "Call me back. There is a revolution behind me. 12 people all from your street. Very unhappy". It seems that the town's decision to tow the vehicles lining my roadway was not a popular one and the residents were up in arms. 

Once the car was retrieved from the militant war zone things began to improve, starting with lunch at Panera. Over New Year’s I was able to purchase an almost new Honda Civic and we lived happily ever after.

Favorite Villans Tag

Thank you to Lydia from C'est La Vie for tagging me. Like her I was unsure as to exactly what goes into choosing your favorite villains so I mainly went for the most memorable. These are villains who stick out in my mind even if I read the book years ago.

1) Javert of Les Mis

“As we have said, he had no vices. When he was pleased with himself, he permitted himself a pinch of snuff. Therein lay his connection with humanity.”

Javert was quite the persistent villain. He never forgives, never forgets, never gives up and would rather die that live in a world where grace exists. I love Philip Quest in this role. You can watch him in the 10th anniversary concert on youtube.

2) Madame Defarge of Tale of Two cities

“’Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop,’ returned madame; ‘but don't tell me.’”

This was one of my favorite books that I read for public school (they were not the best at choosing books). And Madame Defarge was certainly memorable with her terrifying personality and her constant sinister knitting

3) Smerdyakov of Brothers K

“Everything is permitted.”

Smerdyakov is one of the creepiest characters I have encountered in classical literature. Not only is he entirely without a conscience but he does things just for the sake of causing suffering.

Painting of Tito by Edward Clifford

4) Tito Melema of Romola

“He had sold himself to evil, but at present life seemed so nearly the same to him that he was not conscious of the bond. He meant all things to go on as they had done before, both within and without him:”

I felt George Eliot did a fantastic job of showing Tito descend into evil not by a sudden change, but by a progression of slow steps, each one carefully justified.

5) Count Fosco of The Woman in White

“I say what other people only think; and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard, and shows the bare bones beneath."

Count Fosco is one of the most intelligent villains around. He comes up with a seemingly outrageous plan and it works. Works so well that even after months the good characters cannot find any proof of what he’s done.

6) Screwtape of the Screwtape Letters

“It does not matter how small the sins are provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.”

CS Lewis is one of my favorite authors but I was never too attached to his villains in Chronicles of Narnia. However Screwtape was an amusing and fittingly diabolical villain.

7) The Queen of Attolia of The Queen of Attolia

“She dressed as always in an imitation of Hephestia, but it was far easier to imagine the impersonal cruelty of the Great Goddess than to see cruelty in the face in the Queen of Attolia.”

I won’t say too much because it is too easy to spoil this series, but, if you have not already, stop whatever you are doing and read The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner.

8) Signora Madeline Vesey Neroni of Barchester Towers

“ A sudden half-hour with the Neroni, was like falling into a pit"

Barchester Towers is a fun Victorian romance, which doesn't take itself too seriously. It's been quite a few years since I read it but Signora Neroni's devious exploits, all from the comfort of her couch, still stick out in my mind.

9) Wizard Derk of The Darklord of Derkholm

Alas, I couldn’t find quotes from this book on the internet and I have long since given away my copy but I quite enjoyed Derk’s attempts to be a darklord.

Tea cup exchange 2!

I participated in Stephanie's exceptionally fun mug exchange last fall as you can see here. Sending packages to my friends is something I really enjoy and since I graduated college and all of my old friends are scattered across the US I have a lot more people to send them to. But I still could not resist signing up for the mug exchange.

I picked up the mug from the New Hampshire Institute of Art's annual mug sale. Since I started taking pottery classes I've gotten more aware of all the cool local art around New Hampshire. And while I have trouble justifying buying pretty things for myself, that problem does not exist when buying for others. I also picked up a few extra items based on what I was told about my exchange partner, Bethaney.

Here is a picture of what I sent to Bethaney:

 According to tracking the package was stuck in Atlanta for a week after it was supposed to be delivered and I got super scared they had lost it. But fortunately it did at last arrive!

I received my package from the lovely Ashley of California. There were some struggles in ensuring that the mug was received and, despite the fact that tracking showed it as delivered, I had to make my way to the post office to wrest it from their warehouse of undelivered packages. But it was all worth it as there were so many beautiful things inside!

The mug even has a filter for loose leaf tea.

I've started using it at work instead of my old plastic one and it makes everything look brighter:

Thank you to the wonderfully organized Stephanie for all the work she put into this exchange and to both my partners for participating!

Le Morte d'Car: Part 1

Once I was care-free, light-hearted person, frolicking from work to home to rock climbing in an old but reliable car. Now, as I write this, the cares of the world press in upon me and in the future dark clouds loom ominously. Tell it not in Gath, proclaim it not in the streets of Ashkelon, my car lies slain upon the heights. This is the story of how it happened.

Davis (my boyfriend) and I had arranged for him to visit me on a particular Sunday. He was to meet me at church and afterwards we would spend the afternoon hanging out in my apartment. I had, unfortunately, lost my voice around that time so introducing him to my church friends was a something of a struggle. They were very friendly and introduced themselves despite the adversity. 

We decided not to attend the fellowship lunch afterwards, owing to the fact that I couldn't talk, and set out for my apartment. Davis following me in his car. Now, alas, comes the unfortunate part. I have supplied you will a helpful diagram of the crash. I am represented by the blue car and Davis by the Green. I drew it on this cool site if any of you feels a desire to spend your free time recreating accidents. 

 I was going faster than I should have been and I stopped faster than I should have and suddenly there was a CRASH  and Davis' car slammed into the back of mine. We pulled over to the side of the road and got out to assess the damage. His right headlight was all over the road and his tire was completely shredded. My back corner was crushed and the corresponding tire did not seem to be in the first bloom of health. 

Because of the glass all over the road and the fact that neither of our cars were drive-able we called the police and, as people throughout the decades have been wont to do, we both called our parents. Between the parental units, the police, and AAA we soon had both the cars on tow trucks, and were sitting in the cab of the one towing my car. I was even able to rescue my most prize possessions including my rock climbing gear, the sushi for lunch, and one of my favorite pairs of jeans. The tow truck driver engaged us in friendly conversation and assured us that, in his opinion, both cars would be totaled.

Davis' car, unfortunately I didn't get a picture of mine

Once we reached that haven of warmth, the apartment, we were left to sort out what to do. Davis had to get back to Connecticut somehow and I had to get to work. After much discussion, online research, and soul searching we decided that the best plan was for Davis to get rental car the next morning and drive it back to CT. It was similar in price to a bus ticket and he would be able to get to work for most of the day. Since the rental car places all closed early on Sunday and the only bus yet to leave would arrive at four am in an extremely sketchy area we decided that the only thing for him to do was to spend the night in my living room. (Note: normally Davis does not sleep in my living-room or any other part of my apt, but, alas, in this case we had little choice).

The next day we wakened at the unearthly hour of 6 in the morning to catch the 6:57 bus, which runs between my apt and a station several blocks from work. It was a cold and dark experience. Once at work we suborned Deb, a co-worker, to drive us to the rental car location. After a passionate farewell to Davis, Deb and I drove off again, reposing in the confidence that he would find his way home. We were suddenly sundered from  that confidence when we received a phone call from Davis. Apparently rental car locations will not trust you with the responsibly of a car unless you have a credit card in your own name, and alas, all Davis possessed was a lowly debit card. After several possibly illegal U-turns we got Davis back in the car and back to my work.  

The next bus out was at 3 pm so there was nothing left for Davis to do but plant himself in the extra chair in my office and wait for the clock to strike three. Almost as soon as we arrived another coworker, Greg, who is known for his mistrust Obama, young people, and especially "Libs", stopped by to greet us. I introduced Davis and gave a brief explanation of why he was awkwardly whiling away his day in my cubical. Greg found all this extremely amusing, and sauntered off. We soon heard him expounding the story to various coworkers down the hall. His version included a fair amount of speculation about the dangers of texting and driving, and the untrustworthiness of young people, such as ourselves. (Note: neither of us was texting when the unfortunate incident occurred).


I decided it was time I found out what had become of my car so I called up the collision center which had taken charge of it and asked what the status was. The mechanic replied with: "I don't know if there's really a status on the car besides the fact that I thought I should probably find out who it belongs to." Apparently they couldn't do anything until the insurance company sent a minion to assess the damage. There was nothing to do but wait and wonder about the fates of our cars.

Finally the time of parting came and Davis was safely ensconced in a greyhound heading south. My boss was kind enough to take me home from work and another coworker offered to pick me up where I to call him in the morning. Now all this happened two days before I was supposed to return to my parents so that the whole family could drive out to Kansas. I therefore bought a bus ticket so that after work the next day I could return the the comforting parental home. 

I began to gather together those belonging I would need for the foray into the west. This led to a conundrum. That fall I poured many hours into the creation of a stain-glass window as a Christmas present for the parents. As fortune would have it I did not possess a suitcase large enough to hold such a treasure. In the end I wrapped it in newspaper and carried the thing. 

The coworker who had offered me a ride did not answer his phone the next morning so I returned to the shady world of mass transportation, this time carrying all the baggage I would need for my journey across the country. We arrived at the bus-stop closest to my work, but I still had a fair number a blocks to traverse. At this point I also discovered that the suitcase I had chosen had a tragic flaw: It's handle did not extend so it could not be gently wheeled to and fro. I would have to carry it the half mile to my office. Never having been one for exercising needlessly, I pulled a t-shirt out and tied it around the crippled handle.

Picture, if you will, me, walking down the busiest street in my city, rain pouring down, an oversize blue hat engulfing my head, clothed in a red pea-coat, in one hand holding a 3 foot stained glass window, dragging a suitcase by a brightly colored t-shirt wound around its handle. This was certainly not my finest moment, but I did make it to my place of work. And, after a day full of the joys and pains of the test engineer, I weighed anchor and boarded a bus towards New York, still not knowing the fate of my car. 

Infinity Dreams

I was nominated by Lydia at C'est La Vie to do Infinity dreams tag so here it is:


Here are the rules: 

 
Use the Infinity Dreams Award picture
Thank the blogger who tagged you
Tell us 11 facts about yourself
Answer the 11 questions
Tag 11 bloggers

Facts
1. I have 14 cousins :)
2. I grew up in the same house my Father and Grandmother grew up in
3. I am mostly Scottish but there is also some German and English in my ancestry
4. I have been to Japan, Taiwan, the UK, the Republic of Ireland, and Canada
5. I voted for the first time two days ago
6. I was born with a dislocated hip
7. My dad and grandfather were both hours late to their first dates with their future wives
8. I was home schooled until 8th grade then went to public high school
9. I have seven book shelves in my apartment and still have books that don't fit
10. I am the oldest of four
11. I worked as a tutor in college

Questions

1. What is your biggest hobby? Reading, I was about to say rock climbing since I do that about three hours every week then I realized that it would be totally in accurate since I spend much more time reading.


2. Who is your biggest inspiration? Jesus!


3. What is your favorite piece of music (can be either classical or modern)? This is a hard one I tend to bounce around in what music I like. The most enduring songs in my life are the psalms. I grew up in a church which sang only the psalms in worship and my family sang them in family worship everyday and I still love to sing the word of God. Here is one of my favorites, which I could find on YouTube:

I normally listen to softer rock music like Mae, Death Cab for Cute and Reliant K, and classical music but I never have any idea what the song names are I just turn on the radio.


4. What is something you wish you knew more about? I wish I was better at speaking Japanese and that I knew more about repairing and building things. I suppose those are more skills than things to "know about" but, while there are plenty of things I don't know much about, I can always read about them. Whereas the skills I mentioned require knowledge that you can't get out of a book.


5. What is your favorite quote?

“I will show my love to the one I called ‘Not my loved one.’
I will say to those called ‘Not my people,’ ‘You are my people’;
and they will say, ‘You are my God.”


6. What is something you look forward to doing each day? Reading! (perhaps there is a theme)



7. What is your favorite way to get exercise? Rock climbing! I go indoor rock climbing every week




8. Describe yourself in three sentences: ummm.... I am a female person, who does not like describing herself.


9. What has been your biggest life achievement so far? Well in terms of time and effort I would say graduating college but since I grew up without many friends I would say that I am actually more happy about the friends I have made and kept over the last few years despite the fact that I no long live near any of them.


10. What is something you learned recently? I learned that you can still vote in the primary even if you aren't registered for a party, which led to a lot of last minute googling of candidates and their views.


11. Where is the most interesting place you have ever gone? Japan, it is such a beautiful country with so much history and a completely different language.



Alas, I do not know many bloggers, I started this blog to share funny stories with my family. So instead of tagging I will add the 4 most influential books that I have read (Copying Lydia again).



Chronicles of Narnia



My mom first read me these at the age of three, expecting me to get bored and ask for an easier book. These books not only opened up the world of fantasy, which is still one of my favorite genres but introduced me to Lewis's other works which in turn made me realize that books about Christianity could be really interesting.


Confessions of st. Aug



I had to read this the summer after tenth grade for a three week church program I was part of. It was the longest of the books we had to read but definitely the best.I loved his story of how he found Christ and of his mother who never gave up on him. Even his thoughts on infinity and such near the end were encouraging since it meant I wasn't the only one who whiled away their days wondering what infinity meant.


The Four Loves



I still think of this book in the context of my relationships. Friendship was my favorite part.


Jane Eyre



I read this book the summer after 11th grade and loved it. In some ways it reminded me of Jane Austin. But I loved that it showed so much of the darkness of the world and so much of the light. I loved that Jane had to make moral choices which cost her everything, not just the man she wanted or wealth or status, she faces homelessness rather than sin. Rochester certainly is not my idea of the man I would want to marry but at the same time I loved reading about him. He clearly loves Jane, but that love is twisted by selfishness.

My Year in Review

Last year I:

Almost went to Florida but ended up having a great time with family and friends in the Midwest

Graduated from College :)

Traveled around the UK with my eleven year old brother :D

Moved into my own apartment

Completed my first quilt (with a lot of help)

Started my first real job

Instituted weekly Rock Climbing

Climbed a two mountains

Joined a new Church (corresponding to my new location):

Hosted Thanksgiving

Made a stained glass window:

And finally attended a pretty great family reunion across the country:

May God Bless you in the coming year.

EDIT: I got my wisdom teeth out at the end of 2014 so I took that out

A Tale of two airports: Part 2

Readers of my last post will have astutely noticed that only one singular airport was mentioned, whereas the title promised two. Fear not, this chapter will have enough airports to satisfy even the most airport-hungry reader.

My two days in Dallas went well. The performance class was more hands on and interactive than I expected and while I did not experience a huge leap in work-place performance at least I was not as bored as I had feared. 

One greatly distressing event did occur during the time I spent in class. We were broken up into groups and told to create a system out of snap circuits that could produce both light and noise to alert a airplane pilot of danger. The light was quite easy. The sound production was a much more difficult task and we spent a great deal of time figuring out how the sound module worked. Triumphing over this adversity, we were able to produce a working system to our instructor. None of the other teams had sound working but one of them produced a system which caused a motor to rotate. They claimed that the noise of the motor rotating would alert the pilot. We objected on the grounds that any pilot would be liable to confuse the sound of the rotating motor with, say, the motor hurtling a plane and all its contents through the sky. The instructor, who was not an engineer, was unmoved by our entreaties and declared their system as the winner because it cost slightly less. This was a crushing blow to my competitive spirit and no amount HR rhetoric could heal such a wound.

Eventually the time of learning came to an end. During my time in that lauded place of learning I had made the acquaintance of a nice young woman from the Mexican branch of the company. Discovering that she did not have in her possession a rental car I offered to take her to the airport. Now those familiar with rental car companies will know the dire consequences of returning a car whose fuel gauge is not embracing the F. I therefore set out with the intention of paying a visit to a station of gas along the way. Unfortunately no visions of such a station appeared and before either of us knew it we had arrived at the airport.

Up until this point I had been relying on my faithful GPS, which, after becoming acclimated to its new surroundings, had proven a loyal support, much as Aaron and Hur to Moses. Unfortunately once we arrived in the airport the GPS grew confused and when I asked for directions to the nearest gas station it lead me falsely to the terminals. Apparently at DFW you have to PAY to enter the hallowed pick up and drop off stations and We left that place two dollars poorer, shaking its dust from our tires. After several more failed attempts, which included trying to find the directions on my companion's Spanish-speaking smart phone, we decided to head in the direction of the highway, hoping against hope that there would be a gas station nearby. Great was the rejoicing when one appeared and we finally were able to fill up on gas.

From there the rental return arena was easy to find. We cleared out the car and I paid for the rental, surrendering my keys to the nearest employee. The rental return area provides buses to transport travelers to their various terminals and I bid farewell to my erstwhile companion as she departed in the direction of Mexico or at least the direction of the terminal which housed the Mexican flights. Not being so fortunate in the knowledge of my terminal I decided the check in at the kiosk located above the renal car arena. 

I swiped my company credit card, which I had used to make the reservation, and waited for my ticket to appear. All the met my eyes was the helpful message: "We could not find any reservations associated with that card please enter your confirmation number". Several more tries yielded the same results. I decided that stronger measures were required and dug out my itinerary. However, when i entered the confirmation number all that was displayed was "not a valid confirmation number". I was horrified. I tried entering it again and again saw the message of doom. This second rejection led me to do what I should have done long ago: examine my itinerary. Wonder of wonders the airport listed for my return flight was not the airport I had used for all seven of my other flights to and from Dallas, but was the previously unthought-of "Love Field Airport".  My mind flashed back to a conversation with my father about there being another, smaller, airport in Dallas, remarkable to him because of certain momentous events that occurred there during his childhood (see below).  

It seemed that when I made the reservation I searched by "All Dallas Airports" instead of "DFW". However, knowing the origin of the problem did not help with finding a solution.  Now I am a plan person. Have I thought out what I would do if my parents tragically both died and I was left as the head of the family? Yes. When I do things do I have a plans A through at least F lined up? Also yes.  However, the possibility of actually going to the wrong airport had not, even in my wildest dream, occurred to me. For a moment panic surged through my veins. I had just returned my rental car, I needed to be across Dallas in less than an hour. These stone cold facts froze my heart. Wild thoughts of calling the company travel agency or attempting to get a new flight from DFW swirled and I feared that I would be trapped in Texas forever. 

After several minutes of panic a new plan asserted itself in my mind. Studying my itinerary I saw that it had been the intention of that lauded document for me to return my rental to Love Field. I thought that perhaps I could return to the personages of the rental establishment and beg for.... I mean... reclaim what once was mine. I retraced my steps and found myself standing very near the car I had so recently vacated. As I reached it, however, a man inserted himself into the driver's seat and a strict-looking female pilot with white hair tightly bound above her head sat down in the passenger side. I was tempted to fall to my knees and cry out as they sped away. Curbing that impulse and continuing with my mission I poured out my sorrows to the woman manning the desk. 

The rental employees were actually quite helpful. After hearing the tale of my woe they issued me a new rental contract free of charge and even included enough gas to get from there to Love Field. This act of benevolence gave me a ray of hope that I might be headed out of Dallas after all. As the rental employee printed my new contact I entered Love Field Airport into my GPS. Love Field and DFW appeared to be about half-an-hour apart and so there was still hope. I entered the car and saw an unfamiliar sight. This car boasted the gear stick on the left whereas my accustomed transmission appears on the right.  

It took several false attempts to get the car and drive and confusion as to why the gear stick was returning to the center, but soon enough I was off. Or at least I was driving toward the sharpened tire spikes, used by the rental companies to keep their cars within the bounds of their jurisdiction. I signaled a worker to let me out. Telling him I needed to return the car at Love Field. He helpfully informed me that I could return it at DFW, but seemed to understand once I informed him of the imminent departure of my flight. Once my way was cleared of spikes a stressful but fortunately traffic free drive commenced. I arrived at Love Field with a little time to spare, returned my rental car, printed my boarding passes and moved through security in record time. My flight had not left yet and I was able to return to New Hampshire in peace. 

I suppose this event should lead to the conclusion that it is time for me to begin reading instructions, not a strong point of mine. Or perhaps I could just follow this advice of this helpful article.

PS. My car, my actual car, not the rental featured in this story, was probably totaled on Sunday. Stay tuned for that exciting story and possibly more on living the car-free life in New Hampshire... in January.....