Hi, it’s
Christina –
Water's a bit rough and there's still snow on the mountains |
I’ll confess. I took a little nap when I got to
the hotel instead of jumping right online and doing my blog. Up before five,
then driving for six hours wiped me out.
Since all of the snow and most of the ice
waterfalls were completely melted, I decided to take the ferry over from Essex,
New York to Burlington, Vermont. This usually cuts over an hour off of my trip
and saves about a quarter of a tank of gas.
The water on Lake Champlain is so high from the snow melt it's lapping up on to the dock. |
Unfortunately, we got there ten
minutes after the ferry had left, so we had to wait fifty minutes for the next
ferry. They only run once an hour this time of the year. So, I still saved gas,
but missed the short window between exams when Lys would be in her room.
Since we were late anyway, my nephew and I
stopped at Chipotle for lunch. I have never been, but it is one of his favorite
places. I had the chicken tacos, and other than them being a little too spicy
for me, they were very good, but $1.95 for a little cup of guacamole was a
little ridiculous. After we ate, I called Lys’ roommate Rhea, and she let us in
so we could bring the rest of Lys’ packing bins and space bags up to her room.
Rhea’s just about finished packing, so the room looks so bare. I did give Rhea
something extra she needed to pack though; I gave her a copy of Corporate Blues
as a thank you for being a good roommate for my daughter.
I can't believe Lys is finished with her first year of
college already. It feels like we were just dropping her off, and now we are
packing up her dorm. Boy that
school year went quick! Granted, some of
it has to do with her school year ending so early this year. They only had two
weeks for Christmas break, where most colleges had five. I’m not 100% sure, but
I think Champlain has some construction projects going on over the summer and
they needed the extra time. Next year, the schedule is like every other college,
and they get out in the middle of May.
I think this was the groundbreaking for the new sophomore dorms. |
So, when I woke up from my nap, I procrastinated some more,
and went to the lobby for a cup of coffee – decaf of course. I chatted with the
girl at the front desk, then I went outside for a few minutes. Whenever I stay
at a hotel, I like to check out the cars in the parking lot to see where
everyone’s from, I know, I’m a kook. The one thing which never dawned on me
until Samantha, the girl at the front desk, mentioned it, was just because the
license plate says one state, it doesn’t mean the folks are actually from that
state. If it’s a rental, the plates could be from anywhere. It was an “ah ha” moment.
I had never thought of that.
There was one vehicle in the parking lot which really piqued
my interest. I came back inside and whispered to Samantha, “Please tell me they’re
a guest, and I have no reason for concern.” She knew exactly what I was
referring to, and assured me they were a guest. (Sorry, FB readers. If you want
to see what I’m talking about, you’ll need to look at the blog.)
Okay, I don’t want to push my
luck. Tim is reading quietly while I write so as not to disturb me, and I don’t
want to take advantage. I hope y’all have a wonderful day, and happy
writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Aaarrrggghhh!
I can’t take it anymore. Why do they have to make things so difficult? Why can’t
anything be simple? Or go easy? It’s a plot, a scheme, I just know it. All the
big companies are banning together against us little people. They want to make
us feel so insane, we need to turn to them to do everything. See, it must be
working, they are turning me into one of those conspiracy nuts.
Every
little thing we used to be able to do for ourselves, is now a major production.
Example, last weekend, my husband went to change the oil on my car. This is the
first time we have had to do it, because the maintenance plan we had ran out.
This should be no big deal. He has changed the oil hundreds of times, even on
his relatively new, three year old, work truck.
So
he picks up the six quarts of oil and the new filter, which should have been
his first clue that this project was doomed to fail. The filter isn’t a one
piece unit anymore, it’s literally a filter and “O” rings, which need to be
placed into a stationary housing. Okay, interesting, but not a deal breaker, so
my husband proceeds. He figures out the funky mechanism to release the oil so
it can drain from the car – luckily the special adapter needed came with the
oil filter. The oil drains, and he goes to replace the filter. He gets the cap
off, only to find another top which requires a special wrench.
I
ran out of time, but I thought you’d want the end of the story. He realizes he
doesn’t have the right tool, so he calls the auto part store, and they tell him
they have the wrenches needed. He goes back to the store, makes a wild guess at
which of the six wrenches was the right size – the guy at the counter couldn’t
tell him – brings it home, and it doesn’t work. My husband ended up closing the
oil plug back up and dumping six quarts of cheapy oil in the car, just so I
wasn’t driving to Vermont with sludge in my engine. He’ll get the correct
wrench and then do a proper oil change next month.
I’m
telling you, it’s a conspiracy. They want to make things so difficult, you have
to turn to them instead of being able to help yourself. It’s very frustrating.
Your Next Challenge is:
The
students have taken over the classroom (or school)
You have 10 minutes (be
honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t
count and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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