last evening kevin came into the living room from the garage, and all he said was “grace…” and i knew by the tone of his voice that something was very wrong. it was definitely a “there is something very wrong” kind of voice, and i’m not even sure if he’s ever used that voice before, but i could just tell.
he said he wanted to show me something in the garage.
now, the garage is one of those places that is way too filled with things. but his VW Thing is parked there; if you don’t know what the Thing is, it’s a car, a little like a jeep, very fun to drive. but it’s there and a while ago kevin managed to clean up enough of the other floorspace for me to park my car in the garage, too. but it’s a tight fit. there are things (not THE Thing, just random things like boxes and a recycle bin and the cat littler box) lined up against the wall, and when i go into the garage i have to maneuver the car just right so i don’t knock over the stuff and don’t crash into the Thing.
at first i was very close to the wall, and it was a little bit challenging getting out of the car. but as i’ve done it more, i’ve gotten better at it, closer and closer to the Thing, leaving me plenty of room to open my car door as well as getting stuff out of the back seat.
but then, last night…i parked a little too close to the Thing. i didn’t actually crash into it, because i assume i’d have heard/felt it if i did. but i somehow slowly squeezed into the space, completely obliterating any gap between my car and the Thing. they were touching sides, in the front, so close that you couldn’t see any kind of space at all between them.
this of course, not a good thing. Not good for my car, not good for the Thing. Kevin said i would need to be really careful in backing out, and i said ARE YOU CRAZY, I’M NOT TOUCHING MY CAR YOU’LL HAVE TO DO IT.
so he did. he said there was no damage to either car, only a tiny bit of paint that had transferred from one to the other.
whew.
potential serious disaster averted.
now i’m sure i’ll be banging my car door into the wall again, afraid to get near the Thing.
at least i didn’t crash into it.
yet.
ok, on a more serious note here – the show DIRT is really horrible. really really horrible. randy talked about watching it last night, so i turned it on for a while. a guy horribly beat another guy because he was a tabloid photographer taking photos of his boss. another guy beat a guy in the knees with a metal pipe. this is a HORRIBLE show, and i really don’t see why people like it. if this is really how it is in hollywood, why would anybody ever want to have anything to do with it? is everybody really sleazy and criminal and shoots heroin and kills each other? since it’s courtney cox’s show, and she’s been around and had lots of trouble from tabloids, is this an accurate portrayal of the glamorous hollywood life? if it is, why do people want to see it? why are people so fascinated with violence? what’s wrong with people?
these are my questions for today.
ok then,
wednesday grace.