It seemed the whole three days involved a string of minor fluffs, kafuffles, and catastrophes. Saturday afternoon, Big D got sideswiped in their car, with B, A, and little d with him. (Naturally, the other driver was driving without a license or insurance.) The car sounds as though it might have a broken shock, as well as as creased quarter-panel and a torn-off driver’s mirror. little d strained one wrist somehow, but nobody else seemed to be hurt, only unnerved. A little later, I managed to lock my keys in my car (fortunately, it wasn’t running at the time) and I had to waste an hour waiting for AAA to come open it for me. Sunday, one of the tour-goers got heat exhaustion, and first vomited and then fainted in the back yard, which meant we had an ambulance and a fire engine parked in front of the house for a while, leaving everyone on the street agog.
Sunday evening I got seriously pissed off at the neighborhood association’s post-tour “wine-down” party. The people who own the house where the party was held have a garage apartment and, as I learned later, their tenant is a transgendered woman. About mid-evening, someone came to visit the tenant, and a gay couple who are homeowners in the neighborhood and were at the party took that as as a reason to start insulting trans people, in which most of the group (about a dozen) joined. I hit near-boiling almost at once (knowing Hands has raised my consciousness a BUNCH in that respect) and I came within half an inch of taking one or both of the queens, ripping them up the gussets and putting several new hitches in their running rigging. Likely it was a mercy that one or two people headed the talk off into another topic; I doubt I would have enjoyed a night in the Tarrant County jail on a summons for assault.
Driving home Monday was uneventful, except for a bottleneck near Abbott where a road crew were working on I-35. I still haven’t kicked myself back into a work-on-job-hunt mindspace, and that has got to be Goal #1 today. After that, I think I’ll try either polishing up the tea set or starting to install gutters.
The ice cream from the service station will explode the exhaust box. Fnord.
