I have this 1992 white Dynasty that my DB wanted me to drive because it's big, and therefore "safe". My last car, which I bought myself, new, when I was rich, was a Dodge Lancer. I loved that car. It was painted a "Rosewood" (read tannish pink), so I named her Rosemary. I had an ancient Bug one time that I called Rosie, so I wouldn't give the Lancer that nickname, but I always called her Rosemary, pronounced like my English cousins do (sort of sounds like "Rosemarie", except the accent is on the "Rose").
The point is, I don't like enormous cars. I like a car that is small enough that I can reach the back seat (which always looks like a storage closet, or a "Glory Hole", to quote my English cousins, again)from my place in the driver's seat. You can't do that in this Dynasty. Also, I'm short, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get the stupid seat adjusted so that I can see over the long snout that sticks out in front of the car. When I do get it somewhat into a comfortable position that allows me to at least see some of the road, then I have to take it for some repair or another and a mechanic CHANGES THE SEAT SETTINGS and I have to spend another month fiddling with the automatic (!) controls while I'm cruising down a street I can't see.
The other problem is that a '92 anything is ready to give you trouble. After all, someone traded in this boat because it was ready to begin the moulting process. It is uncanny that whatever goes wrong costs just what I have saved in my credit union account. You know; first it was the defroster. It won't defrost the part of the windshield just in front of my face. Now you know that Chrysler didn't build it that way; there is something WRONG with the blankety blank thing! But, apparently, it can't be fixed.
Then, of course, the brakes needed to be reground or padded or have some kind of elective surgery done, to the tune of $300. Then the gas lines leaked. $170. Once the leaks were fixed, the new pressure of the gas (I'm not making this up)blew the old fuel pump. Most recently, an $80 battery was put into the old dame. And at that time, I felt it was really the starter. I'm not the daughter of a Mr. Fixit for nothing. I may not know how to fix it, but I can usually recognize the problem. But all the educated men, both in my home and at the garage, said, "Oh, no, it's just the battery." I was thrilled to have spent only $80 that time (which was all I had in my credit union account because of Puerto Rico), so I didn't listen to my well-tuned ear. Guess what. It's doing the SAME DAMN THING AGAIN. I called the garage, and the woman who works in the service department answered. I described the "clicking" that happens when you try to start the car. "Does this sound like a starter to you?" I asked. "Sure does!" she says. Now if they'll only let HER fix the car.
Tomorrow morning, I will meet OF (Office Mate) at the garage at 7:30 a.m. I just hope whoever is in charge of messing up my car doesn't know my Christmas money is still in the credit union, or I'll have to send little notes for Christmas that say, "A donation has been made in your name to the LC Dodge Company."
My office mate, who is a new, but good, friend gave me a muffin mix, a special one, the other day. I had done some little insignificant thing for her that I don't even remember anymore and the next day I found a beautiful thank you card and this mix on my desk. Well, tomorrow she is doing something for me (which I write about in my entry), and so I decided to bake up the mix tonight and bring it to work tomorrow for our "coffee break"... It smells awful. What do I do now? I could just cop out and give her something next week, but it won't be "immediate", if you know what I mean. Darn. I wanted it to be good. For her. Maybe it will taste better than it smells. It doesn't smell BAD, just artificial. It's supposed to be a "Berry Good Mix" (which should give you some indication), with "real bits of fruit" in it. Hah! If those fruit bits are real, I'll eat my...
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