On a whim, I bought some fancy marbles at a local hobby store (I originally went in for some sealing spray). For $8, you could cram as many marbles you hand-picked yourself into this baggie, so voila! Pocket art glass! Happy Birthday to me! I found my marbles! Finally.When you wake up on your birthday, you probably have bright ideas about how your day will unfold -- a cornucopia of some things you enjoy. Such was my day today -- my birthday -- and I had it all planned. Off to the Farmer's Market in the morning for my week's supply of lettuce and cucumber, then out to breakfast, then Toy Story 3, and then dinner at some place steeped in comfort food...and all day with my Hammy Man. Piece of cake, right?
Well...every now and again, the Universe decides to give you a metaphorical "wet willy" just to make sure you're paying attention. Let me break it down.
It all started quite promising...a beautiful day and down to the Market. Cucumber - check. Lettuce - check. Off to Goldy's for breakfast. An hour and a half wait? Um. No. We have a movie to catch!
So off we march back to the car to catch breakfast somewhere else. Key in. Key turns. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Dead car. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Still dead. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Very dead car. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click -- hummmm -- bleah. Click click click. Deader than dead. In the parking garage. Downtown. Packed full on a Saturday.
Oddly enough, what immediately popped in my head was Big Gay Al chirping, "I'm super! Thanks for asking!"
So thinking it was the battery (which was old and does need to be replaced), we called a company which would send someone to give us a jump or install a new battery on site. A hour and a half? Well, OK. Apparently a lot of people were having this problem. We'll get lunch! So off we go to our favorite Indian restaurant, the Taj Mahal, in downtown Boise. I had my very favorite Indian dish, mutter paneer and Hubby had lamb rogan josh, and with two orders of nan bread...of course! Delish! Can't beat that for a Birthday lunch!
So afterward we walk off lunch by making our way to the Basque district to check out the Jaialdi festivities (Hammy was thinking about the lamb kabobs even right after lunch!). Alas, nothing was stirring in the afternoon heat, since the party really only starts in the evening. But it was a good excuse for a nice walk. So we make our way back to the car to wait for the jump-guy. He shows up and lo -- the jump doesn't work and it's not the battery. It's the starter. Oh. Peachy. My car decided it was all about him today!
When all else fails -- eat Indian.That can make anyone happy, even if for a time.
So. Now. The adventure really begins.
Trying to find a towing company that will be able -- or willing -- to get your car out of a tight-fitting parking garage is a lot harder than you might think. It was lookin' bleak. Our last ditch effort would've been to call the police and get their help pushing my car in neutral, and around each hairpin turn (without power steering) and onto the busy downtown street. They probably would've had to stop traffic in all likelihood.
There were lots of little signs during the day to remind me to remain cheerful and happy, despite the on-going implosion of my Birthday into a festering, hot mess. Like this! This was snapped from a poster about the Farmer's Market at the downtown bus station. That cyclops Happy Face T-shirt! LOOK AT THAT! I want a shirt just like that. Now.But after a chaotic musical chairs with phone numbers and referrals from tow company to tow company -- and Hammy repeating the same story over and over -- three and a half hours later and with his phone battery about to die (because he forgot to charge it the night before), we finally find a tow company that's able to do it...and willing to do it. Apparently they have a special kind of tow truck that allows them to specialize in such tight extractions. Like surgery. Only surgery with big chains and gears and winches...and in close quarters with really tight corners. Upon my concern that we'd take out every parked car on our way out, in a wake of crumpled devastation, our tow guy cheerily quipped, "That's what tow insurance is for!" Oy vey. Holding my breath, we make it out of the garage with nary a hiccup. So nearly four hours later, we finally leave that hot, noisy parking garage and head for our waiting-mechanic.
Not all was lost! While walking around downtown, I came upon this irresistible kid's book. It's for kids, I know...but those illustrations! There was no way I was going to leave this one behind! The story is darling, too. Yes...I read it. Happy Birthday to me again!So we get to our mechanic and get The Green Machine all checked in, and right before the place closed at 5pm -- not to open until Monday. While Hubby was getting everything squared away, I took the opportunity to check out the super-cool ancient RV-Bus that was waiting for servicing:
Look at that thang! Is that not the neatest RV you've ever seen? They don't make them like that anymore. Apparently an ancient couple drive it around the North American continent in their retirement. Sweeeeet! And you can see my poor green car right behind it.
And again -- another sign to stay upbeat. This little smiley face Shriner guy was on that bus! So cute!On top of all that, we had many firsts today!:
- The first birthday either of us experienced in a parking garage. In 100˚heat. For hours.
- The first time someone (Hubby) sang Happy Birthday to me in a dead car, in a parking garage.
- The first time we've ever been completely car-less (because Hubby's car also is in the garage).
- The first time we ate together at the Taj Mahal's new downtown location.
- The first time Hammy had lamb rogan josh...his new favorite dish!
- The first time we had a tow out of a parking garage. Hair-raising family fun!
- The first time we saw the Farmer's Market break down after the ending bell (which I found fascinating -- those folks have it down to a science!).
- The first time Hammy had ever been in a parking garage kiosk (where the guy you pay hangs out). To quote, "It smells naaaaasty! Like puke, urine and body odor!"
And I got my lettuce.
"The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next." ~ Ursula K. LeGuin
