In which the Internet continues to be A Force for Good. And goodies!

This morning we were outside and Bread was checking the oil in the BBT because the ‘check engine’ light came on last night as we were driving home. He said, “There’s an Amazon box in the garage,” and I walked over to check it out.
“So there is!” I said. “But I didn’t order anything.”

I opened the box and it was another present from an Internet friend. Amped! sent me the following goodies off of my Wishlist, with a note that they were intended to cheer me up during my current path upheavals, which they most certainly will:

The Real Book: Sixth Edition (legal)

I have a real book! I have a real book! I have a real book! OMG, this is so exciting!

Now I just need to find a nice jazz combo to go through some standards with. Mmm, piano and bass. Mmm.

Little Things by Toby Lightman

I’m in love with the track Real Love off of this CD, and after hearing it I Limewired the rest of the tracks, but they’re all low fidelity. I have no qualms about downloading free music and buying the album later; I figure it’s like borrowing a library book, reading it, and then buying yourself a copy later.

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More by Roald Dahl

Raybo told me about this book recently and said it was wonderful and that I must read it, so I obediently added it to my Wishlist. I’m excited to check it out, but frankly I have very little idea of what it is.

Thank you so much, Amped! You rock so hard I can barely stand it. *smooch* The moral here, if there is one, appears to be that it pays to keep one’s Wishlist up-to-date, because you never know when some awesome human being is gonna ship you a box o’ lovin’.

Fifteen minutes later, uring the drive to town, a locust flew in the window and got stuck in the little indentation on the door. It was HUGE. I’m generally not squeamish about bugs — I have no problem with spiders or junebugs or what have you — but this thing wasn’t a bug, it was HUGE. HUGE, I tell you! It needed its own fucking zip code. I had to scootch over to get away from it because the window was rolled all the way down and I was afraid it was going to fly out, hit the wind, and bounce back onto ME. *shudder* It eventually got out of the door and flew out the window — without touching me, praise the powers that be — but it was just way too much bug. Way too much. Like, three times too much bug.

Bugs just shouldn’t be that freakin’ big, I’m telling you. It totally freaked me out. Where the hell are we, the freakin’ Amazon basin? There’s no reason for a bug to be big enough to give you a fucking concussion, none at all. EVER. Ugh.

I asked Bread about the ‘check engine’ light and if the truck was behaving as oddly as it had during the drive home last night and he said, “You know, I can’t figure out if these are hurdles I’m supposed to jump over, or signs that I need to make other choices.”

I totally hear that. I don’t know the answer, but I certainly hear the question. It’s hard to know what to do sometimes, with several options available.

We had tons of amazing support of nature to get out to Indianapolis the first time. It was almost eerie how everything pulled together, seemingly out of nowhere, for us. Then we spent three weeks working for a company that wasn’t paying anyone. Sometimes, it seems, support of nature isn’t — it’s one’s own ritam. You think the Universe is nudging you in a certain direction for your general good, but in retrospect you realize that what really happened is you used your own innate (and generally latent) power to get yourself where you wanted to go, and there really wasn’t any kind of message at all.

It’s a fucking stone cold bitch, is what it is

The weather, however, is not stone cold at all. From the NWS:

TEMPERATURES IN THE MIDDLE AND UPPER 90S WILL COMBINE WITH THE HIGH HUMIDITY LEVELS TO CREATE HEAT INDICES IN THE 105 TO 110 RANGE THIS AFTERNOON. WARM AND HUMID CONDITIONS WILL CONTINUE OVERNIGHT …BRINGING LITTLE RELIEF FROM THE HEAT.

Now I’m sitting in BoSe’s living room using his wireless; Bread’s playing Black on Xbox. BoSe is at the hospital with his mom. We’re waiting for a friend to drop by, then I guess we’re going to go home and hole up in the bedroom with the A/C on full blast to avoid the insane heat. Well, after the dogs get their flea baths, that is.