Archive for October 21st, 2008

Running looks to be fun this week, easy short jaunts in the newly cooled down weather.

Real life though, is peppered with annoying things I gotta do.  Yesterday it was give a final blood test and pee in a cup to see if the slight weirdness shown in my last tests are still slightly weird or normal.  Done.

Today is a thorough house cleaning because Nick’s half-brother is visiting from Spain tomorrow and staying a few days.  It takes company coming for me to really clean our abode.  I can run for several hours straight, but ask me to spritz Windex for a few minutes and I get completely freaked out, finding all sorts of ways to put it off.  Look, I’m doing that right now by writing this.

Tomorrow is the annual Scam Of The Century revisit – getting my car inspected.  They always find hundreds of dollars of crap I need to replace, so this time, Nick and I are carting Nick’s 92-year-old dad to this particular Russian inspection place (Nick and his dad are Ukrainian, but his dad can speak Russian when it counts) because they saved his dad buckets of dough.  We have to take the old man because 1. we don’t know where it is and 2. he’s our secret password to get in.

I actually fixed parts of my car myself last year when it had been stalling (cleaned/unstuck the EGR valve, replaced a faulty coolant sensor and a couple other things) and after doing this, thought I was golden for the inspection.  Nah, my local place managed to find stuff that a human can’t repair without lifting the car off the ground and charging $500, the bastards.  Here’s hoping the Old World gas station guy takes pity on me and all I have to pay for is the inspection (what a wild concept!).

Tonight has some fun in store, we’re going to a beer-tasting event with our friends Jeff and Lara, where the restaurant owners are generously letting it be a wine-tasting for me, since I’m not a beer gal.   Should be fun.  May I just say how lovely it is to drink and do whatever without worrying about it adversely effecting my run the next morning.  Yay, vices! (in moderation, of course)

OK, enough putting off the inevitable. Time to spritz, wipe, vacuum, mop, launder…sigh.  I’d rather fix a car.