March 29: One Of Those Days

It took me twice around the block and a stop at the sheriff's office to find out the county clerk's office was inside a bank ... and then learn it's closed today. I checked Florida's government holidays, and unfamiliar with counties in Connecticut, lumped them in with "government." I was getting upset, only to have the dashboard light come on that was on when I took it to the garage Tuesday. Seems the ignition air intake heater was never replaced. The same light came on again as I was about to leave the garage yesterday, but I was told those things happen when you're disconnecting things under the hood.

Before I could calm down enough to come up with a plan, Renee Niehaus (from the skoolie homestead) called an animal rescue friend of hers who lived in Georgia about 20 miles north of where I was, and she invited me to park at her farm until Monday. It took me a while to realize what looked like a driveway off a dirt road was really another road. And she has a friend who is a mechanic. I feel so supported and cared about ... so I have let go of the anger and have stopped demanding to know why I keep running into walls. (I probably will end up asking politely to see if some wisdom will come my way.)

I did see four large dragonflies, a butterfly, huge gorgeous clouds, a deep blue sky, wild flowers, a pond with water lilies, and many turkey vultures dining by the side of the road. I found myself going 55 and feeling comfortable. Karmalita really is so much easier to manage.

When driving.

Karmalita's living area is another thing. Underneath all my stuff, Karma was a flat white – walls, ceiling, counters, doors, so Pyewacket's white fur and dust could not be seen. Now my surfaces are black, turquoise, and high gloss wood. They all show the dust (Does anyone really know from where it comes? I've only been on here ten days and it's been like this since the beginning.) I also have a bright rug that attracts dirt even as I sleep. Candlelight and fairy lights make it all disappear during the dark hours, but, oh, daylight! Now I know why some others I know in vans and buses say they are constantly cleaning. I so don't want to join them.