by the grave

Whew. My week has been . . . insane. Hence the lack of a post yesterday. I spent most of the day driving to and from a mechanic and dealing with some intense car drama.

Here’s the short version: Luna (my beloved ’07 Nissan Versa hatchback) was damaged by a mechanic. In February, he put the wrong transmission fluid in her, and in September she started having some problems. Which got worse until we barely made it back from TN last weekend.

In any case, my baby needs a new transmission. Technically. the mechanic is liable but we really didn’t want to go the legal route. After hours of back-and-forth, we ended up getting a little money from him, but don’t be surprised if you see a “save Luna” campaign. Thankfully, I’m starting work on Monday, so my first paycheck will go to make sure Luna comes back to me healthy.

It kills me to think of Luna being injured, so let’s move on to happier topics. Like graveyards. (more…)

advancing

Darkness surrounded us. A single light shone into one corner of the parking lot, failing miserably in its battle against the darkness. Three other cars stretched out across the parking lot. I was forced to guess where the lines were for my parking spot. As we climbed out and shut our car doors, the thuds resounded against the silence like gunshots.

“Um. Hopefully there will be more people here tomorrow…” Abbie commented, her eyes darting around the lot.

“Yeah. Uh, probably. I bet.” Clearly I was confident.

With luggage in tow, we strode up to a solid wooden door. After successfully encountering a living, breathing, and not creepy-looking human being who successfully checked us in, we decided to explore. In the darkness. (more…)