Poor Yaris

Can it be done? A non-spiritual post?! I think YES!

It is getting increasingly difficult for me to get out of bed in the morning. My alarm goes off at 7 and I snooze until 745. I snooze until 745 even though my alarm goes off every 4 minutes. That means that I shut my alarm off 11 times. Wow, that's disgusting. Anywho. I got up today at 735. I was supposed to leave for school at 745. Needless to say, that didn't happen. Of course I decided to make eggs for breakfast on the day that I'm running super late. I also needed to get gas before I headed off into the nothingness that is my ride to Worcester. That set me behind, yet again. By the time that I got all of my stuff situated in the morning, I was 20 minutes behind schedule.

So, I'm flyin' down (a whoppin' 35 mph) some back road in Shutesbury when I hit a, not a pothole, just a hole and out of the corner of my eye, I see a thing fly off the side of my car. Looking in my rear view mirror would reveal one of my front hubcaps rolling off the road. I parked on the side of the road, looking like a frazzled fool, and searched for the hubcap. None in sight. At this point I'm thinking, "Okay. I've got to go. Now. That linoleum block isn't going to print itself, Alyssa!" So I gave up.

My drive down 122 was filled with thoughts about all of the crap that had happened to my car within the past 2 months and how I still had 35 months left on my loan. In January, I hit a snowbank and then Ali slid into my car. Then a belt started squealing. Last week, a gutter fell off of my house and onto my car (WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF THAT!). Today, I lost a hubcap. I was frustrated but I vowed to find my hubcap on the way home.

So after a long day of inking, printing, spanish translating, and statistic test taking, I headed home. When I got to that fateful spot in Shutesbury, I pulled my car off to the side of the road and started searching. There it was, shimmering in the frigid water. So, I "hopped" the guardrail (that sounds so much cooler than it really was- I STEPPED over the guardrail) and made my way through the brush to the side of a brook. The sides were steep and my clogs weren't going to cut it so off came my shoes and socks, up went my sweatpants, and in I went to the brook. The water was freezing and it rushed by with a serious purpose- evacuation. We have had some SERIOUS rain the past couple of days. So I grabbed my hubcap, rinsed that baby off and headed back to the road with my clogs in hand.

I was smiling the whole way thinking about just how incredibly silly the whole thing was and how crazy I must have looked emerging from the woods and crossing the street shoeless, carrying a hubcap. I wonder if it will even fit back onto my tire.

That was my day. How was yours?