If you don't like my peaches, honey, don't mess around with my tree

[cyrano]

Last night after work I went out to the car and spun the key. No response. No cough, no encouraging whine, just dead silence. It was just about the thing that put me off cars forever--everybody still drives way too close to me and I'm considering driving 280 because I figure it'll be less frightening.
The area behind the airport is confusing and I'm guessing partly private because the mapping functions don't seem to have street names or maps. So it took about half an hour to tell AAA where to send the rescuer. But when he got there, it was a simple fix. He told me the name of the part in car words, but I don't remember it. It looks like the cable that makes electricity go from my battery to my car was loosened in the collision, and then fell off last night while I was at work. So he tightened my screw and I was on my way.


For those of you who received copies of 'Sick and Wrong' or 'Good for You!' this holiday season, I have the refined versions and will gladly burn the *Director's Cut* in January if you let me know. Larry and Cari, you are the only two I don't have a method of delivery worked out for your presents. Ummm. Everybody else, I would love to see you and give you some holiday cheer, but Tersa has volunteered to deliver presents like a particularly Celtic Saint Nicholas.


Today is one of the few days in the past months that I've managed to arrange to eat in a manner that makes me comfortable. This would involve not eating a lot of crap food, and not eating two meals for the day.
First, I got up and moving quickly enough to actually make two meals between getting up at ten and leaving at one-thiryt. At tennish, I made eggs with mushrooms and paprika sausage. Since I figured the sausage had enough fat in it, I strained the yolks out. (First time doing that, and it went swimmingly. No spills, no breaks.)
Noon was hummus on bread and a pint of water. Now, here's the tricky part usually--I go to work and can't get a lunch break until eight-thirty or nineish. Which means most days I go nine hours between meals. So today I had two little baby satsumas and a dozen baby-cut carrots in vinegar and soy, for the snacking until I was able to actually get to lunch. Which today will be one of those foil MRE-style packets of punjab choley with yoghurt and maybe steamed white rice from upstairs.
Wow. That was boring. Why the hell are you still reading?

Comments

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

Definitely battery cable. Spark plug cable would cause a different set of symptoms. Typically if the accessories don't turn on, the problem is electrical. Troubling your mechanic did not check this out after he had heard about the accident.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

To be fair, my mechanic didn't see the car after the accident. I asked him for a recommendation for a body shop, and he said that for what I wanted (get it done quickly and inexpensively) Liem was a good bet. Dunno who he would have pointed me toward if I'd said get it done perfectly, which was my other option.

[esmerel.livejournal.com]

Kinda what I figured, since it's the most obvious one that usually screws on :)