The Furious Spinner

I'm sitting on the bed in the hotel room with the TV on listening to the Bushy. So far he's been bumbling, and the reporters are asking him softball questions. And why is he doing this at the crack of dawn—at least here in the West it's just sunrise. Hmmmm.

Mario is at the Honda place. Before he left, we tried to get our script right to convince them to fix the car and fix it quickly. "Remember to say they'll be the fourth dealer and fifth mechanic we've been to about this. And we got it checked by Honda service before we left. Tell them this has been going on for two years, and we've spent over a thousand dollars and it still isn't fixed. Tell them Honda headquarters even reimbursed us for part of what we've paid because they didn't think it was acceptable. And tell them we're on the road and we're trying to get to a family gathering by tomorrow."

Mario said, "Should I tell him my wife is pregnant and we want the baby to be born in the Southwest?"

Funny guy, my man.



So I'm sitting here waiting for Mario. I didn't go because I haven't learned the Power of Now. (We've been listening to it. Makes sense. We really only have now. We can't live in the past or the present.) Anyway, when I talk with these people (Honda people) I remember the past, and I get a wee bit hot under the collar. Mario is better at cajoling.

It's pouring down pissing down rain, but it's way above freezing now, so if we leave today, it should be all right on the road. If we have to stay here tonight, that's okay.

Here's the view from our front door.


I'm eating microwaved oatmeal. I don't recommend it. We don't have a microwave at home, so I probably don't know how to do it correctly because it tastes like paste.

Ah, here we are. Me & The Bushy. That's the blogger page there. This is so self-referential. Kind of nauseating, eh?


Did you ever notice when you stay in a hotel that it always looks like a hurricane hit? I'd never live like this at home. (Okay, never is a relative word; by never I mean not for more than a few weeks...) But once in a hotel room everything is flung asunder.

The Honda people just dropped Mario off. We'll see what happens now.

Isn't this exciting? Like watching paint dry.

Be in the Now, man.

BOOM!

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