Saturday: rain
Jun. 17th, 2023 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutI drove A. over to Paddock Estates to swim at her friend K.’s apartment complex pool. I picked her up later, and on the drive home, we passed the Boxboro police department building and the electronic sign was flashing “Severe Drought”. I laughed really hard, because the rowing thing that A. was planning on attending to watch K. do crew was canceled due to thundershowers, as was the DNA drive that Middlesex County was sponsoring along with the town of Newton.
We have some trips coming up later this summer, so I did a little work associated with that. I had not planned to do that, but T. was asking when I would be setting up the car service.
We usually do a car service (highly recommend the fine folks at Boston Carriage!). We do not do this to save money. We do this because years ago we were trying to find a parking space in the garage and failing. A kindly attendant told us to park in a No Parking place, which we did, because we did not want to miss our flight, and we figured we’d deal with the tow later, but it was still there. Nevertheless, I was a bit panicky about it. We _could_ have parked in an outer lot, however, the kids were still in strollers at the time, and strollers and snow are a terrible combination. I’d refused to park in unprotected airport parking after having to dig out a car while also juggling a kid in a car seat after a trip during winter. It snowed while we were out of town.
Anyway. The point of the car service was to relieve me of my anxiety associated with parking at the airport. It did not typically save money, nor was it intended to, and it had the downside of sometimes the driver would be wearing a lot of cologne and that would set off all of our allergies. But they were unfailingly prompt and it was really nice to be picked up in a warm vehicle at the end of a trip, returning to snowy new England at New Years. However, R. noted that there was a whole floor devoted to reserved parking, and I said something along the lines of, I should do that next time. We may have had this conversation more than once. But this is the first time I _remembered_ to do something _other than_ book the car service. Unfortunately, while I was slowly dredging this out of my brain, I was getting some chaff from T. and also from R. about which was cheaper (irrelevant! Cost was never the driver here! And also, the parking reservation is cheaper than what we have been doing), and how long the trip would have to be for it to make sense to do car service instead (again! Not. Relevant!). Also, in the middle of all of this, A. showed up wanting to know the address of some friends, because one of the friends had gone missing and she was trying to figure out where the friend might have gone to. Sad that G. eloped again, and very stressful and also, just not clear that we can do anything useful to help unless someone was going to hop in the car and drive around looking for her.
Also, while I had eaten a delicious omelette and drank a porter, I was still dealing with crashed blood sugar (which honestly, the porter probably made worse), and trying to get around to making waffles because we were out of waffles for A.’s breakfast, and my plan for my dinner involved a waffle, and I figured A. would like chicken and waffles. I did eventually get there, but by that point, I’d completely lost my shit. Not a good time. We’ll be discussing this more in the context of the many conversations I’m having currently about how relationships break down because people in relationships — of all sorts! — have no idea how the other person or persons feel about the relationship.
We have some trips coming up later this summer, so I did a little work associated with that. I had not planned to do that, but T. was asking when I would be setting up the car service.
We usually do a car service (highly recommend the fine folks at Boston Carriage!). We do not do this to save money. We do this because years ago we were trying to find a parking space in the garage and failing. A kindly attendant told us to park in a No Parking place, which we did, because we did not want to miss our flight, and we figured we’d deal with the tow later, but it was still there. Nevertheless, I was a bit panicky about it. We _could_ have parked in an outer lot, however, the kids were still in strollers at the time, and strollers and snow are a terrible combination. I’d refused to park in unprotected airport parking after having to dig out a car while also juggling a kid in a car seat after a trip during winter. It snowed while we were out of town.
Anyway. The point of the car service was to relieve me of my anxiety associated with parking at the airport. It did not typically save money, nor was it intended to, and it had the downside of sometimes the driver would be wearing a lot of cologne and that would set off all of our allergies. But they were unfailingly prompt and it was really nice to be picked up in a warm vehicle at the end of a trip, returning to snowy new England at New Years. However, R. noted that there was a whole floor devoted to reserved parking, and I said something along the lines of, I should do that next time. We may have had this conversation more than once. But this is the first time I _remembered_ to do something _other than_ book the car service. Unfortunately, while I was slowly dredging this out of my brain, I was getting some chaff from T. and also from R. about which was cheaper (irrelevant! Cost was never the driver here! And also, the parking reservation is cheaper than what we have been doing), and how long the trip would have to be for it to make sense to do car service instead (again! Not. Relevant!). Also, in the middle of all of this, A. showed up wanting to know the address of some friends, because one of the friends had gone missing and she was trying to figure out where the friend might have gone to. Sad that G. eloped again, and very stressful and also, just not clear that we can do anything useful to help unless someone was going to hop in the car and drive around looking for her.
Also, while I had eaten a delicious omelette and drank a porter, I was still dealing with crashed blood sugar (which honestly, the porter probably made worse), and trying to get around to making waffles because we were out of waffles for A.’s breakfast, and my plan for my dinner involved a waffle, and I figured A. would like chicken and waffles. I did eventually get there, but by that point, I’d completely lost my shit. Not a good time. We’ll be discussing this more in the context of the many conversations I’m having currently about how relationships break down because people in relationships — of all sorts! — have no idea how the other person or persons feel about the relationship.