After much to-do, and some major developments over the weekend, it’s time for the story of my very long (although actually two days shorter than normal) week.
I’m at work on Tuesday (Monday was a holiday), when I get a phone call from my husband telling me he got fired.
Getting fired sucks. And he sounds really upset. But this is the first bad news I’ve gotten in a while, so I feel safe looking on the bright side. Which is that he hated that job, and that we hadn’t had a day off together in weeks because he worked every weekend.
Also, my husband is really good at finding a new job. I chose to be not worried.
I had visited my parents over the weekend, and they asked us to give some of their home-grown zucchini to my in-laws. So, that night, Adam set off to do exactly that.
An hour or so later, I get a phone call from Adam. He’s been in a wreck.
Don’t worry, he’s fine. But the car was not. The entire front passenger-side panel was trying to escape. Adam had to tie it so it didn’t fall off.
Okay, now I’m a little upset. I love that car. Also, it’s not technically mine – it’s my parents’. So now I have to call them and tell them we wrecked their car.
Luckily, it was the other person’s fault, so their insurance will cover everything – including a rental for us.
That was Tuesday.
Adam’s chin is on the ground at this point. I do my best to keep spirits up – his and mine. Then he says that magical phrase: “Bad things always come in threes. We’ve still got one more coming.”
Dude. Not if you don’t remind the universe that it still owes you one.
So I think it’s pretty clear that Adam is to blame for what happened next.
Wednesday morning, I call my parents and let them know what happened. They were surprisingly calm about the whole thing, and just said to make sure we got it fixed as soon as possible. Can do.
Adam takes the car into a collision center, where the shop takes care of all the insurance crap for you. And they give us a rental – a giant truck.
Now, I’ll most likely be the one driving this rental car, and I hate driving giant trucks. So this is not ideal. They tell us they’ll probably get something else in tomorrow, and we can trade it in then. Okay.
Meanwhile, I’m driving our other car, the Acura. This car has been with me for a long time. It’s seen my best times and my worst times. I had a few months when I essentially lived out of this car. It’s my baby. Also, it’s completely paid off. So there’s a lot to like about this car. But it does have one major flaw.
It’s air conditioner no longer works.
It’s summer. In Texas.
So this sucks.
But you know what? At least we have another car. There was a time in the not-too-distant past where, if my primary vehicle was out of commission for some reason, I’d be screwed. So what if I’m sweaty when I get to work, and when I get back from lunch, and when I get home? It could be worse.
Now, another thing about the Acura is that it’s been overheating lately. But it would only happen at stop lights when the car was idling. Once it got out on the highway, it would cool down.
I’m sure you see where this is going.
Thursday, I was on my way back from lunch, and the car starts overheating. I’m aware of it, but I assume it will be like all the other times, and it’ll just cool down once I reach highway speed.
Yeah. That doesn’t happen.
The car just gets hotter and hotter. I call Adam, to tell him I’m not sure I’ll make it all the way back to my office. He’s at the movies with a friend, so he didn’t answer right away. Finally, I get him on the phone and he says, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll come get the car this afternoon and you can take the rental.”
If you say so.
Now, as you know – thanks to Adam – the universe is looking to complete the trilogy of shit.
So of course my car breaks down at the stop light two blocks away from my office.
I call Adam back. He’s on his way. I eat my lunch under an overpass in 100 degree heat.
So this is where I decided to call it. I took a sick day on Friday, just to end the week so we’d be out of the danger zone.
(When you have a series of bad things happen, you’re vulnerable for the whole rest of the week. If you can make it to the end of the week, you’ll be fine.)
So we ended the week with one out of the two of us employed, and with two out of two cars in the shop.
After that, we had a great weekend. Without Adam’s job keeping us apart, we actually got to spend time together. There was big blog news on Friday. I got to help with the filming of scene I wrote on Saturday. And on Sunday Adam and I saw – I’m not even kidding – a double rainbow.
I’m taking it as a sign that we’re on an upswing.