My Adventures
Ever since I got back from Santa Fe I've done nothing but go, go, go. It started the day after I got back.
I brought a half a sack of roasted Hatch green chiles with me in two separate Styrofoam coolers. Both had been opened and inspected by the Department of Transportation Security when I picked them up after my flight landed Monday evening. I wonder what they thought when they popped the lids and looked at a bunch of roasted green chiles on ice.
Anyway, Tuesday I got home at 7:30 PM and spent two hours peeling and seeding the mass of chiles. Then I packed them in freezer bags and froze them. Now I'll have the taste of New Mexico with me for awhile but I'm still unsure as to whether the Transportation Security Department will be looking for the terrorist who was smuggling roasted green chiles .
The next day I had an appointment with my trainer at 6:00 AM. This working out so early in the morning has its advantages but it sure takes a lot out of you the rest of the day.
Yesterday I had to take my car in for service because the oil light kept coming on despite my just having the oil changed 2 months ago and recently adding another quart. I drove from the South Bay to Berkeley and missed the Berkeley exit so I had to cross the Bay Bridge to San Francisco. Except there was one problem: I didn't have any money to pay the toll booth.
See, I've been conducting a little experiment to see how long I can go without any cash. In other words I use debit or credit cards all the time. This had worked well until the debacle with the toll plaza. I was so angry about missing the exit and having to cross the bridge that the last thing I needed at that point was to explain to some weary toll-taker that I didn't have any cash. So I drove through the E-Z Pass lane and now will most likely have to pay a $100.00 fine. I kept thinking over and over as I prepared to toll crash: "how did I get myself into this absurd situation?"
I didn't end up driving to San Francisco. I exited on Treasure Island and drove around until I could find the exit back to Oakland/Berkeley and made it there in time to drop my car off. After being reamed by the service guy for having an after-market satellite radio (evidentially it effects the dealership's ability to properly diagnose the car, and there's nothing about THAT in the owners manual) I was told the oil light was going on because THE CAR HAD NO OIL IN IT!
Now I may be gay but I do no how to read an oil dipstick. But what I didn't understand was why I had to add quart after quart to my car less than 1,500 miles AFTER the oil change. My car has barely 25,000 miles on it and has no leaks. The answer? VW engines use A LOT of oil, and from now on I'll carry a case with me. This is ANOTHER important fact the dealership neglects to provide you when you purchase a vehicle from them and again, it is NOT in the owner's manual.
I'm so glad it's the weekend. I am working from home Monday so I can go to the travel immunization clinic and have my shots for India. The working from home I can deal with, it's the shots in my ass I'm not looking forward to.
11:41:34 PM 
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