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Generally speaking I am not a car fanatic, aside from having a deep and abiding love for my Toyota Solara which fits me like a glove, but I do have a fetish for one particular car: the 1971 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda. I first discovered it in the movie Phantasm (although I am virtually certain that they actually used a '71 Barracuda converted with a shaker hood and a hemi engine installed after the fact). There is something about the overall look of the car that just hits me on a visceral level, and the '71 model is unique as being the only year in the product line to have that particular front grill. As it turns out, I am not the only one with this particular car fetish. In this article the current estimate for a '71 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda Convertible is about a million dollars. No joke. That's because there were only eleven of the convertibles produced that year. The price for a true Hemi hardtop is somewhat less - I've seen them for only a few hundred thousand dollars -- but in either case it's safe to say that I will probably never own one. I wouldn't mind cheating, though, and pick up the '71 Barracuda someday. It's the exact same car except for the hood and the engine, and I could live with faking it. Someday.
In other news: my love life doesn't suck nearly as much as I thought it did. Kris and I have spent a lot more time together lately (although not nearly enough time), we've talked a fair bit, and we've just generally been closer and more comfortable. It still sucks that I am leaving, but she will be coming down for a visit in September. That will be nice. As it turns out, she has also been doing her own research as far as what it would take for her to work in Florida (she would have to renew a certification). She also has some professional connections in Florida as well. So she is at least thinking in that direction, which is really all I can ask of her. I just keep telling myself that much like Ed Gruberman, I must learn patience.
She came over one day this last week when I cooked dinner (sherried chicken with rice). It was a totally domestic evening; cooking, dishes, laundry, a little bit of packing... it was all very comfortable and normal. Pure domestic bliss. On another day we went for a walk around Greenlake in the evening, did a little shopping, and got some fruit smoothies from Ben and Jerry's. On yet another night we went and saw 28 Days Later, which I highly recommend. Since I have Ben tonight, we couldn't do the fireworks together since there is no way Ben would stay still for it. Even now she is down on the boat, having watched the show from a fantastic front row seat. I wish I could have been there with her. Still, I'll take her to see fireworks in September. Fireworks every single night, if she likes. So it will all balance out in the end.
As for me, for the first time in my life I am suffering persistent heartburn. If I have ever had it in the past, it was certainly not strong enough or frequent enough to register as a memory. For the past few weeks, though, I have had heartburn on pretty much a daily basis. My diet hasn't changed, my level of physical activity hasn't changed, so I can only attribute it to stress. On monday I am going to break down and call a doctor. Theoretically in a few weeks the worst of the stress will be over, but that will be small comfort if I have burned away my esophagus before then. Ow. Pardon me while I go chew on another Tums.
On the upside, Sara is definitely getting more organized. She has been thinning out her possessions, and has finally started packing. The plans for moving week are solidifying, and it looks like she and her sister will start carrying boxes down to the moving truck on that Tuesday as soon as I am done getting my stuff in. By the time Ben gets on the school bus that Wednesday morning she should already have the bulk of her possessions already on the truck or in her car or suitcase. What should be left on Wednesday will be bulky furniture, and we should be able to have everything on the truck long before Ben gets home from school.
Crap, this is really happening isn't it?
In other news: my love life doesn't suck nearly as much as I thought it did. Kris and I have spent a lot more time together lately (although not nearly enough time), we've talked a fair bit, and we've just generally been closer and more comfortable. It still sucks that I am leaving, but she will be coming down for a visit in September. That will be nice. As it turns out, she has also been doing her own research as far as what it would take for her to work in Florida (she would have to renew a certification). She also has some professional connections in Florida as well. So she is at least thinking in that direction, which is really all I can ask of her. I just keep telling myself that much like Ed Gruberman, I must learn patience.
She came over one day this last week when I cooked dinner (sherried chicken with rice). It was a totally domestic evening; cooking, dishes, laundry, a little bit of packing... it was all very comfortable and normal. Pure domestic bliss. On another day we went for a walk around Greenlake in the evening, did a little shopping, and got some fruit smoothies from Ben and Jerry's. On yet another night we went and saw 28 Days Later, which I highly recommend. Since I have Ben tonight, we couldn't do the fireworks together since there is no way Ben would stay still for it. Even now she is down on the boat, having watched the show from a fantastic front row seat. I wish I could have been there with her. Still, I'll take her to see fireworks in September. Fireworks every single night, if she likes. So it will all balance out in the end.
As for me, for the first time in my life I am suffering persistent heartburn. If I have ever had it in the past, it was certainly not strong enough or frequent enough to register as a memory. For the past few weeks, though, I have had heartburn on pretty much a daily basis. My diet hasn't changed, my level of physical activity hasn't changed, so I can only attribute it to stress. On monday I am going to break down and call a doctor. Theoretically in a few weeks the worst of the stress will be over, but that will be small comfort if I have burned away my esophagus before then. Ow. Pardon me while I go chew on another Tums.
On the upside, Sara is definitely getting more organized. She has been thinning out her possessions, and has finally started packing. The plans for moving week are solidifying, and it looks like she and her sister will start carrying boxes down to the moving truck on that Tuesday as soon as I am done getting my stuff in. By the time Ben gets on the school bus that Wednesday morning she should already have the bulk of her possessions already on the truck or in her car or suitcase. What should be left on Wednesday will be bulky furniture, and we should be able to have everything on the truck long before Ben gets home from school.
Crap, this is really happening isn't it?