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Hard to believe. Seven years ago I came here under another name, seeking to branch out into a more “professional” blogging platform. I didn’t do much with that blog for the first, oh, six years or so. I finally got it really rolling last August, and then in March it was “discovered” by some of my students, and I felt compelled to make this new, quasi-anonymous blog.
To speak of much shorter time frames, today (Friday) marks two weeks since I arrived here at Casa De Becca in Texas. It’s been fun, it’s been adjustment, it’s been a whole lot of visiting the local authorities: vehicle registration, driver’s license, getting fingerprinted for my teaching certificate, etc. Most days have been great.
Tuesday was not the greatest day. I awoke at 6:10 a.m. to the sound of thunder and pounding rain. It occurred to me that the windows on my car were rolled down slightly. I ran downstairs and outside to address this problem, and upon returning to the front door, discovered that I was locked out of the house. Though I’d been given a door key, I had neglected to put it on my key ring yet. So I stood outside on the front porch, watching the deluge and really needing to pee, for about an hour and a half before Becca’s hypothetical husband opened the garage to leave for work. Sure, I did have my car keys and could have taken off for McDonald’s or a convenience store– I was in cotton shorts that might not be considered pajamas by most. But I was afraid of not getting back in time and continuing to be stuck outside, as the doorbell was nearly inaudible indoors.
Something like this.
I got in, showered, and took off. I decided to make a coffee stop, and as I was walking up to Starbucks I noticed that this one point on my foot kept hurting. It wasn’t the first time in the past few days either, but until that point I hadn’t thought of looking at the bottom of my flip-flop. When I did, I discovered I was getting screwed– literally. There was a screw firmly lodged there, from when I was installing my new license plates. I sat on an outside bench trying to dislodge it with my car key. Just before that, I had decided to take the temporary C0lorado tag– just a piece of paper with tape– out of my rear window. But instead of being logical and just raising the hatch and taking it off from there, I decided to try to climb in the backseat of my two-door car and get at it that way. I had to essentially fall back into the front seat, and in the process I broke the knob off my car stereo and one of my cupholders.
Finally, I was off to find the Social Security office to replace my card. I decided I would try out a GPS app on my iPhone. For a long time, I thought I was ahead of the technological curve, but ever since the advent of smartphones, I have fallen decidedly behind. I only recently got this phone, used (I had to clear off the previous owner’s porn first). Mine is a pre-Siri iPhone, so you have to find an app for voice GPS. This one kept saying to exit the highway, then get back on it again. I circled the same point at least three times, getting increasingly frustrated. Once I finally found it, I didn’t have to stay there long, and then I was off to my favorite place…
If I’m going to include a related picture– might as well make a PSA with it.
Wal-Mart. I care not for the Big Blue Behemoth, but I was requested to go there because it was close to my destination and their rotisserie chicken was preferred over the supermarket’s. In any case, being tasked with a shopping list in an unfamiliar and crowded store such as that is going to burn up another two hours or so for me. By the time I got out, I had completely forgotten where my car was in the parking lot. I pushed my shopping cart from one end of the lot to the other searching every row. A gentleman noticed and astutely asked, “Did you lose your car?” Now, I should note that I really HAVE lost my car in a parking lot– one night when I was working at Target, I walked out after closing and it simply wasn’t there. So I tend to start to panic a bit whenever I don’t see it promptly. I finally did locate it; unfortunately I didn’t have any gloves to put on before touching anything inside it. See, about a month before moving, I decided to buy a black car, despite my destination being central Texas.
I was feeling the unfamiliar sensation of my shirt sticking to my back. In Colorado, we have many summer days in the 90s, even 100, but we have single-digit humidity. So sweat doesn’t tend to become the drenching, clinging kind. I grew up in Georgia and I know what Southern summers are like, but I have to admit I have become unaccustomed to such matters. At times in these past two weeks the house has felt akin to a meat locker, but that afternoon I felt happy for the very-well-functioning air-conditioning. For the trying nature of the day, I was relieved of dishwashing or any other duties for the evening by the ever-gracious familia de Becca. Two weeks and I’m thrilled to be here. More stories soon to come.