& I'm going to dive right into this:
Yesterday was my father's birthday.
I've struggled with the grief of losing him and I'm still struggling with continuing on without him. Of course I miss him everyday, but yesterday he would have been 49 years old (and hating that fact!) and I can't help but be a little...off.
I woke up like any other normal day and planned out the several errands I had to go run after work. I had to pay my husband's motorcycle insurance, it's due. I drive over to the tiny little insurance shop - with the even tinier parking lot- and walk in ready to pay. Then they say... Oh by the way, I think your car insurance expired - WHAT? yep.it.did. Oh and by the way, your JCI [a bi-annual inspection, which costs an arm and a leg to get done] was due last week. So, you cannot drive your car, but if you go down to city hall you can pay to get some temporary plates! Yay! And you are going to have to bring your car to the on-base inspection and pay your other arm and leg to have them pre-inspect it before you bring it to us and sell your soul so we can get it inspected, for real. Ugh. Fine. So I leave the office knowing that I'm now armless-legless-and soulless. perfect.
I get into my illegal car, drive to the Japanese city hall and drive down into the tiniest underground parking lot I've ever seen. You HAVE to back in, because you might never get out again. So I do a
Then, since I'm bringing the car in to get it pre-inspected, I realize that the state of my car is less-than-stellar. So- I pull into the shopette and vacuum out our car. Only to stand back up and feel a pain in my back like I've never felt before.
My poor (poor, poor) students tonight.. I am in rare form and I'm not sure if I will be able to pull off a sunny disposition. Hmmph!
While I was at the shopette, I picked up a bottle of wine.
I'm going to need it.