On top of this, literally the same day, I find out in a text
from my ex that she is now dating an old “friend” of mine. She has every right
to move on with her life but it is the old “friend” part of the equation that
stings.
Once again I had to go to work and put on my happy face for
co-workers and customers that was hard too.
So I am here writing this post when I should be sleeping but
sleep wont come nor do I expect it to.
My toe isn't throbbing constantly and I can get around in a limping sort of way so long as I keep my weight off the big toe and balance on my heel.
A co-worker remarked that they had missed me and I almost cried.
The first two days I was functioning normally but on the third the disruption of my sleep patterns really started to take a toll.
The lack of sleep manifested itself in anger. Wrath seems to be one of my personal seven deadly sins right behind envy.
I do have flashes of self awareness and I realize that the root of feelings comes not only from sleep deprivation but the stress I have been under. An element of which has been the promise of a career position. (oh to return to the rat race and once again to be real person in the eyes of others). I am on the short list but the waiting is killing me and everyday that goes by I despair of ever getting a "real" job.
As you dear constant reader may remember I broke my big toe by dropping Corvette t roofs on my foot.
So my right foot along with the rest of my apparently healthy body is restricted to the couch. After I binged watched the latest season of Orange is the New Black I started to loose my mind....its only been three days!
the horror...the horror
I guess I have been so busy the last few months enforced rest was not at all welcome. Never mind that if I can't work I don't get paid. I can't even work on my Stutz restoration project.
Today I am with my daughters making grilled cheese sandwiches and driving them to the library, being very careful of right foot and braking with the left.
I have been a little naughty and brought the Stutz's seized windshield wiper motor along. Sitting down I managed to disassemble it and clean out all the rust. Seems that Stutz designed the space where the wiper motor sits beneath the cowl without a drain. The motor had clearly been submersed in water at some time in the past and stopped working.
The wiper motor is Italian made by Magneti Marelli. (the car was coachbuilt by Padane in Modena on a Pontiac chassis and uses a variety of Maserati and Ferrari components. I believe a modern replacement is still available but somewhat expensive in North America so I am hoping a little elbow grease and ingenuity will get the original working.
What I was upset about was that the chrome windshield wiper trim pieces were missing. In fact I hadn't seen them since the car was disassembled back in 2006. I had an idea that Stutz used Alfa Romeo parts judging by the wiper motor assembly but they could also be unique to the car. As only twenty six 1971 Stutzs were built replacement trim items are nonexistent.
Poking my nose into a few boxes I had searched fruitlessly before I came across a clear plastic bag with all the missing trim pieces!!!!
Ah the bitch goddess of vintage cars can be merciful....too bad about the toe.
Since we have been talking windshield wipers here is a really wet song Dion and the Belmonts...
all dressed for work, any color you want so long as its black
Canada Day (July 1st) was the first anniversary of my surgery. Despite predictions of rain Southern Ontario enjoyed a hot summer day.
It was made even better as I was able to pick up my daughters that morning and bring them back to my "home" where we had a early birthday celebration for my oldest.
My good friend Julie decorated the house with red and white bunting and did the cooking. Reese's peanut butter chocolate cake!
We all went on a hike along the Bruce trail to a hidden waterfall where we waded barefoot up a stream cooling our tired feet.
Later we raced slot cars, watched a movie and had a water balloon fight. A wonderful and memorable day and yes I cried when they went home.
It is a weird time right now as I wait to hear about a career position in the city, things look positive but I have been disappointed too many times before.
My part time retail job keeps me hopping....well literally now as the other day I managed to drop a box containing two glass and steel Corvette T-roofs on my right foot. OMG the pain, the end of the box came open and the t roofs slid out (they are very very heavy). The next day I went to the hospital and an x-ray reveled that I had broken my big toe. It is hideous purple and swollen as I sit here type this post, and throbs like a.... well you get the idea.
Lucky the roofs didn't guillotine all my toes off. No cast or boot, just rest and comfy shoes. I am back at work on Saturday and I am not sure what to tell them. I have a note from the doctor requesting desk work but I really have no choice but to be on my feet. I am concerned I will be dismissed.
The above photo is pre accident. At work we have to wear black, good thing it is my favourite color (notice I spelled color sans the U in tribute to our American cousins....it is the glorious fourth after all). Dresses and bare legs are the exception as the AC in the store is so cold nylons and long sleeves are a better choice.
My Seville and Lincoln Mark IV in downtown Hamilton.
Both sides of the 49th parallel are experiencing some tough times right now, it is hard to keep hope alive but sometimes it is all we have. My faith has been tested but America is still the shining city upon a hill, thanks for giving me all the things I love...
