August 5th, 2004

Nightmare Night Applejack

Blue Me

I've started to feel down again. I got back on my hormones about five weeks ago and I should also have asked to have the amitriptyline started up. It's for my headaches, but it's also an anti-depressant. One drug to take care of the side-effects of the other. Bleah.

I should be happier than I have been as I have rediscovered a lot of friends here. Curse you, imbalanced brain chemistry! It's really strange knowing I should be happy and knowing all the reasons why, and yet still feeling depressed about a couple stupid little things.

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Nightmare Night Applejack

Pay It Forward

Last night on the way into league, there was this kid driving a truck ahead of us, and the muffler was completely detached from the front part of the exhaust system. The tailpipe was holding it less than an inch off the road. We tried pulling up next to him, honking and waving him over, flashing lights and pointing down, trying to let him know his vehicle is a danger to himself and others. All he needs to do is hit a pothole or a bump in the road and that whole assembly could jam itself into who-knows-what under his truck, and the parts could fall right into the path of a vehicle following him. The guy just wouldn't stop. I understand. I'd get a little freaked out, too. Like that story about the woman who has that guy flashing lights and honking, and she thinks he is out to get her, but really he's just trying to warn her of the axe-murderer in the back seat. But there was still plenty of light out on a well-traveled road. I hope after we gave up that he stopped and checked out his vehicle.

Here's an odd coincidence. This morning I dropped off Patti at work, and she's taking tomorrow off to go to Chicago with Dale, her boyfriend (he looks and sounds just like Sam Elliott; watch Buffalo Girls for Wild Bill, and that is him right down to the mustache). So she packs a carpetbag and puts it in the hatch of the car. When we get to work, she uses her own copy of the key to get in the hatch to her stuff. On the way back to the house, this Asian girl behind me starts honking and flashing her lights, then she speeds up along side of me and does this little hand gesture, which I instantly recognize as miming turning a key in the lock of a car, then takes her exit to the interstate. I realize what happened, pulled over, checked, and sure enough, Patti's key is in the trunk lock. I want to give a big thank you to her, whoever she was. I hope I paid this kind action forward retroactively.

Speaking of paying it forward, I put a quarter in an expired meter on Saturday at the Co-op. I wouldn't have thought to put one in my own, but I always check meters for the enforcement days and times ever since I got a $10 parking ticket in Cedar Rapids on a Saturday. Most of the meters in Iowa City are M-F, but these include Saturday as well. I've had people plug my meter anonymously, and I think it's a great thing to do.

I really need to see that movie.


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