A week ago at this time I was in downtown Baltimore wondering where the hell I was and how I’d get out of there. Today I’m trapped in the house with no vehicle. The tranny finally went out on the van last night. Kaput. Well, mostly. I can drive forward in the towing gears. I learned this after I pushed the van out of a parking spot yesterday. Called a shop this morning and they said they’d look at it and let me know what was wrong. That’d take an hour to an hour and a half. Okay. At least that’s an hour I can sit in the reception area and maybe finish Brian Keene’s Terminal. They ain’t got no reception area, so I walked home in the muggy heat. Three hours later I call them to see what’s up and they say they’ll be looking at the van right after lunch.

I fear what they’re going to tell me. $1,000? More? Damned if I know. It’s been 15 years since I’ve messed with a transmission. You could buy a used one for about $75 then, but that was for early ’70s Ford pickups. We spent $700 just getting a new waterpump put in this van last year.

And I had a fucking job then.

In some ways I feel like I’m on a descending spiral that’s just a little slower than the one Milton traveled in Amara’s Prayer. Yeah, Gayleen, Paul and Cheryl are the only ones who are going to have a clue what I’m talking about.

0 responses to “Depressed”

  1. I’m just ahead of you on that downward spiral.
    Last Wednesday Anthony accidentally put the key to the truck into the car ignition. Long story short, the Lincoln has some anti-theft thing that locks up the car, and damages the ignition, so it can’t be stolen. My car had to be towed, backwards, out of the garage. That little error cost me $585.00. Isn’t that a fascinating story?

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