28 February 2009


I've decided to keep my theme of one word titles for just a little longer. I come to you this morning not from the road heading to Vegas, but from a coffee shop just up the street from where we live. What you see is my consolation from Jesse, who knows the pleasure I get from sweet treats. It's been a disappointing morning and I suppose I have no one to blame but myself.

We were scheduled to go back to Vegas this morning to get the rest of our stuff out of storage. It's costing us money just to have it sit there, and it could sit in our place for free. I shopped and reserved the smallest vehicle to fit our needs. I cleaned and did laundry during the week to leave nothing for the weekend. We bought fruit for road trip snacks, charged and uploaded new songs on the iPod, and cleared space for our soon-to-be-home possessions. But, as I mentioned, we're still in dreary San Francisco.

One cannot rent a car (or cargo van) with an out of state license and a debit card. In that case there must be a credit card. My credit cards are currently in a block of ice in the back of the freezer. It's very important to me that I not use them this year. My license is still from Nevada, where I took an awesome picture. I did plan to get a California ID, but I was trying to give myself a break from the DMV. No license, no credit card, no cargo van, no money saved on storage. I was devastated.

I am dramatic. I plan thoroughly. When something does not go according to plan (or according to any of my back up plans) I immediately try to come up with the fastest solution. It's kind of what I do at work, and I admit to applying it to my life. So once I saw no way to get a cargo van today (and no way to get our stuff out of storage immediately) I broke down. I did not listen to any of Jesse's rational ideas. As far as I was concerned, all of our stuff was going to have to be thrown away. The end. We (and our backpacks full of bananas, pineapple, strawberries, and grapes) walked back toward home. Jesse suggested coffee and a brownie, but all I wanted to do was throw up. I mean really - since when is cash not okay? He took me too The Nook, where he had coffee and a brownie and where I had a macchiato and cranberry muffin. I sampled a yellow bread with blueberries thinking I'd compare it to my own lemon blueberry bread. They're not the same at all, and I think if I hadn't set myself up for similarities, I wouldn't be so disappointed.

So now I need to get studying - to get my license so I can get my stuff out of storage. Ridiculous? Yes. But I was going to get the license anyway, and this way my credit cards can stay in the freezer. I've regained my composure and am now looking forward to having an available weekend without errands. I'm useless if I don't have a plan. Meanwhile Jesse never thinks far enough ahead to make one. We're opposites. Days like this remind me to appreciate that.

~ Danie D.

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1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love The Nook. I went there last year on vacation...and treated myself to wine and a salad. It is adorable! I hope it made you feel a little better.