The wind howls tonight. Rain threatens; or perhaps it has commenced. Inside Angel’s Haven, I reflect on the lumpiness of the day. I started early with a call to a local Toyota dealer. Within two hours, I had reached the point of tears.
I twisted off once to talk to my neighbor about some carpentry work; and once to go out to the car and try one or two tricks that he suggested to make mysterious lights vanish from my dash. I started work-from-home mid-morning, meanwhile fielding the occasional lob into the court of the service king. The balls rolled to the sidelines unreturned.
I stretched my racket and hit one clear to Oregon, to the Customer Service department of the dealer’s corporate owner. Bingo. A service manager’s call resulted in recommending that I try the very trick that my neighbor suggested. It didn’t work the second time. but the SM afforded me an 8:00 a.m. appointment tomorrow.
By 6:30, I had finished my work responsibilities. I poured cold water into my favorite short glass and read a few pages of a distracting novel, mindless but amusing. And the wind howls. And the rain threatens. In my writing loft, with the darkness pressing close to the window, I sit; I wonder; I wait.
It’s the 28th day of the fifty-ninth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.