June 2010
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May 2010
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Battery troubles, no friend of mine.
It started as an unassuming trip to Home Depot.
Obviously, this isn’t a good sign.
Solution attempt #1
Not soon after, a very droll man with a Caribbean accent (aren’t they always) walked up and said, “It looks like you’re having trouble.” He then walked past me to the engine, poked around at the battery and engine, and said “You’re battery’s too weak, Mon,” and walked off. (Yes, he said “Mon” which was awesome.)
Solution attempt #2
Solution attempt #3
By then Lauren’s brother arrived and we decided to make a trip to Pep Boys (which I’d located with my handy iPhone.) We grabbed the old battery (figure 1), the store clerk:
“It’s dead.”
Problem solved:
From there, the rest was easy, we bought the new battery (figure 2) and put it in the car (figure 3).
fig. 2
fig. 3
Whew!
Trip to the EAV farmer's market
We needed to get some bread, fruit and vegetables so, this was going to be perfect.
The other requirement of mine, was we had to take public transit (I’m the one that always ends up having to drive in through rush hour, so I wanted a break). After blindly guessing which routes were were supposed to take and simultaneously trying to look like we knew exactly what we were doing. Finally, we got off the bus in a sort of run-down area.
We walked about a block and found the Ace Hardware store the market was at, surrounded with about 6 tents.
Underwhelming, to say the least.
Most of the stands were selling either 1.) candles, perfumes or therapeutic honey or 2.) radishes (I’m sure the childrens’ book character Christopher Rabbit would have been happy about this). Luckily, there was one tent, by H&F Bread Co. selling bread, and we quickly grabbed a tasty looking round loaf of whole-wheat bread.
We made it back home, but after spending probably six-times the cost of the bread just getting there, I’m not sure if it was worth the trouble, but like I told Lauren as we were on the bus “It’s all about the journey,” to which she said, “No, it’s about actually having a plan.”
Either way, the bread was delicious.
“My mouth is on fire.”
—Lauren, after eating delicious Chipotle.
Coffee withdrawls? No problem.
So right after lunch I started getting an oppressive headache. I ran through the list of possible causes: brain worms? No. Allergies? Doubtful. I came to the conclusion it was probably caffeine withdrawal.
For some reason our coffee machine started making really skunky coffee and I tried everything in the world to make it better. Because we were in the middle of moving, I gave up on trying to fix what we had and instead resorted to using semi-instant coffee until we can find a new machine.
These are desperate times.
Supposedly, caffeine is more addictive than heroine or nicotine. Instead of fighting this terrible affliction, I warmed up a cup of ‘joe’ and everything was right with the world again.
Props to I AM NOT AN ARTIST for the cool gif.
