SnowWade of Ember
Dec. 11th, 2022 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoYesterday seemed like kind of a long day, which felt as if it started the night before. We went to a small birthday celebration about a mile away. Snow was falling gently, and the sidewalks were icing up. We parked on the street, had a nice time . . . and when we tried to go home, the car refused to start. Well, technically, it did start, but it wouldn't run. A very intimidating emblem appeared on the dash screen: a pair of brackets surrounding a lightning bolt, all in crimson. A check of the manual revealed that this thing was a sign that there was a problem with the Electronic Throttle Control. We gingerly inched our way back to our host's place, and he very kindly drove us home. A check of the dealer's website revealed they didn't have any service appointments until Dec. 22.
In the morning, the Sparrowhawk got the tow truck to come and pick him up. He called and talked to the dealer in person, and was told that if they got a car via tow, they usually tried to "fit it in" sometime in the next few days. So they towed the car over to the dealer, and a technician-apprentice who didn't have anything to do at the time drove the Sparrowhawk to the airport to rent a car. I had plans to attend a brunch, and one of the other women gave me a ride. I spent some time working on the book, and made a Greek salad to take to our dinner with the DBs ("Bastardsgiving," as our hosts called it) that night. It was snowing. We had to drive to a town 25 minutes north of here. The road was very jammed up for no apparent reason. That part wasn't fun. The evening was fun until someone brought up politics and one member of the group went on a couple of extended monologues. Then several of us got tired and the party broke up. Our host had made her own cherry vishniak, and I would have liked to try some. It was a lovely ruby color. But I thought it would be safer not to affront my stomach with strong drink. It had stopped snowing, but we were still pretty tired by the time we got home. I don't why we're having all these social appointments at once. Tis the season, I guess.
Today: church, scrambled eggs, work on the book but not much, dinner prep, Zoom with writer friends, phone call with the Philosopher. Tired. I have to brag a little bit and say it took me 20 minutes to create chicken and mushrooms with rice in sour cream and thyme, and pop it in the oven so we had something to eat when we had finished with our various communications. Fast food!
In the morning, the Sparrowhawk got the tow truck to come and pick him up. He called and talked to the dealer in person, and was told that if they got a car via tow, they usually tried to "fit it in" sometime in the next few days. So they towed the car over to the dealer, and a technician-apprentice who didn't have anything to do at the time drove the Sparrowhawk to the airport to rent a car. I had plans to attend a brunch, and one of the other women gave me a ride. I spent some time working on the book, and made a Greek salad to take to our dinner with the DBs ("Bastardsgiving," as our hosts called it) that night. It was snowing. We had to drive to a town 25 minutes north of here. The road was very jammed up for no apparent reason. That part wasn't fun. The evening was fun until someone brought up politics and one member of the group went on a couple of extended monologues. Then several of us got tired and the party broke up. Our host had made her own cherry vishniak, and I would have liked to try some. It was a lovely ruby color. But I thought it would be safer not to affront my stomach with strong drink. It had stopped snowing, but we were still pretty tired by the time we got home. I don't why we're having all these social appointments at once. Tis the season, I guess.
Today: church, scrambled eggs, work on the book but not much, dinner prep, Zoom with writer friends, phone call with the Philosopher. Tired. I have to brag a little bit and say it took me 20 minutes to create chicken and mushrooms with rice in sour cream and thyme, and pop it in the oven so we had something to eat when we had finished with our various communications. Fast food!
