Remember the auto glass gnomes who were going to appear last Thursday morning and magically replace my Subaru's windshield? Didn't happen. Instead, they committed a strange series of blunders that led to me cancelling that appointment, making an appointment with another auto glass outfit instead, for this morning. Early this morning.
Early enough that I found myself awake at six, my inner alarm system far too vigilant, not wanting me to oversleep. A busy morning awaited, I could feel my bod had no intention of slipping back into lovely, lovely unconsciousness. I surrendered, got to my feet, pretended I was a fully conscious, high-functioning adult. At 8:30, I was at the auto glass shop -- left them my car, took off in a loaner vehicle: a red VW bug that had endured a lot of rough handling by previous short-term drivers. Spent the morning running from one thing to another.
By 12:30 I was back in my car, the windshield new and absolutely pristine --so completely, unbelievably spotless that I sat and stared at it for a while before cranking the ignition. By one o'clock, I was back out here at the house (sat in the driveway for a minute, staring in amazement at the windscreen -- still spotless, a blank slate that future passing miles will write on -- thinking about how the bungling of one glass installer had sent me to another who charged 25% less, reflecting on how things always seem to work out for me). The day around me: warm, beautiful, quiet. No vehicles passed on the gravel road, the only sounds were the singing of insects in nearby tall grass and a thrush in the woods across the road. I sat for a while breathing it all in, finally roused myself, got on with the afternoon.
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Dusk, 48 hours ago, northern Vermont
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Overheard this morning in the gym locker room: one male greeting another who had been at the Baseball Hall of Fame induction ceremony in Cooperstown this past weekend.
Male A: I could see you sweating the cheap booze out of your system downstairs.
Male B: It wasn't cheap.
España, te echo de menos.
rws 7:34 PM [+]
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