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...
