Yesterday marked my triumphant return to public transportation. Happy joy. Highlights of the day include:
- The smell. Oh, how I missed the smell of the MAX. Nothing like the fine fragrance of heated homeless to really get your day going.
Or make you want to shit yourself just to improve the air quality.
I can’t remember which.
- Five fucking thirty. In the A of M. That’s what time I have to wake up to catch the train if you take into account my long shower and bowl of Oatmeal Squares. And here I am on day 29 without coffee. Or soda. There will be blood.
- Guitar guy. There was a dude playing Stray Cat Strut over and over for change at my stop yesterday evening. Playing it badly. Guy only knew like two chords and played them over and over and over in succession. Granted, that’s like 1 5/6 more chords than I can play, but I’m not trying to make a living or find a mate with my mad licks.
Oh, and singing a song with the line “I’m flat broke but I don’t care?” Not a convincing argument in the why-I-deserve-your-money debate.
- They closed my fucking park-and-ride. There’s a swap meet at the Portland Expo Center this week, and apparently all the rednecks need the parking spots normally reserved for those of us riding the train in to our real jobs.
Aside from the fact that swap meet people are clearly retarded, there’s a bit of irony here that would make me chuckle if I wasn’t so pissed off. They inhibit public transportation so people who love “classic” (aka gas guzzlin’ global warmers) cars can exchange goods and/or services to keep vehicles that get 3 gallons per mile on the street. Two points for the destroy the world set.
Ok, so maybe I’m a wee bit frustrated today and I’m taking it out on the MAX. Thing is, it’s really not TriMet’s fault I’m pissy today. It’s BSG.
See, in case you live in a bubble (in which case we totally need to talk because I would SOOO love to have a bubble of my own), the final season of Battlestar Galactica begins tomorrow night. Normally good news, right? A new season of BSG?
Thing is, it’s on the Sci Fi channel. As in, on cable. Which we have. For now.
Today, we have our growns-ups hats on. We need to replace our furnace and paint our exterior this year, no matter what, so we’re trying to refinance our place to come up with the cash (and, with the lower rate, actually reducing our monthly costs). A fine gentleman from our chosen financial institution will be going through our house in a couple of hours to determine whether or not said institution will give up the green.
If the appraisal comes in below a certain value, we won’t be approved for enough to cover everything. If that happens, we’ll need to rebudget in order to free up the extra cash each month to cover those home repair costs. Guess what’s the first thing to go?
So pray that goes well. That, or clear a couple spots on your couch every Friday night for the next several months…
