Transportation
Ugh. It's been 24 hours, and the mechanics are still diagnosing my car. At least, I have my mom's car to drive. They finally got back to me. The car needs a new suspension and new tires and some odds and ends. (I believe them because of the way that it's been driving.) I also ordered a new key fob because my old one fell out in the rain and got ruined. So I'm wincing a little, but it should drive like a whole new car! The mechanics offered a payment program, but I have the money, so I should just pay it.
My Mom's car, a Honda Fit, should be easy to sell. I've gotten fond of that car, but I don't need two cars.
It's funny what will trigger grief. I was getting something out of the refrigerator, and I saw my mom's almost empty bottle of orange juice, and I realized that she drank it, and felt a pang.
seattlejo on DW made a comment about my sudden interest in plane crashes. It's not sudden. When I was a kid, my dad worked for United Airlines, and we flew a lot. I got interested in plane crashes, and somewhere along the line discovered that there were books written about them, so I read them. I was interested in the chain of events leading to an accident, especially the human factors. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was showing an interest in Human Factors Psychology, which I was going to major in during college until I took my first statistics class and fell in love with statistics. A while ago, I discovered that people were making videos about plane crashes, so I started watching them. Now I'm reading books about them again. But then I realized that I could apply some of what I learned to my travel, so that's why I switched my seats on the upcoming trips. No big deal, and it could help in case of an accident. Kind of like wearing seat belts.
I've been scared on a plane only twice. One was on a flight where we took a steep dive coming into O'Hare, and I never found out what had happened. The other was after 9/11. I remember looking at the other passengers and wondering what I would do if we were hijacked. My mom had a business trip two weeks after 9/11, and I thought that she had guts going on it.
Took a nap and slept through until morning. Got up early to prepare for the plumber.