Song for No One

One of the things I'm trying to do this week is revamp my blogs so that the dot org is more writing focused. I've tried this before, of course, and if you asked me two weeks ago what I wanted to do with my blogs, I would have said to consolidate them all. Instead, true to my typical form, I'm just gonna compartmentalize everything and separate it out. So that's the reason for the jonwow revamp. Construction is underway.

Redoing the websites means that I've not accomplished the other tasks I laid out before me today. On the to do list was to write a few thousand words, get some business stuff together and organized, and figure out where I'm gonna live in New York. None of those were accomplished. Hey at least I know when I'm arriving in NYC; June 20th is the special day. My sky miles aren't applicable for most of the summer so it looks like that gravy train is over. It's back to paying for all my flights like the rest of the transit plebes.

Of note, my car is gone. The white 1996 Accord that was initially George's but later became mainly mine is now out of our lives forever. I forgot to check the odometer before it was given away. I didn't give it a proper ceremony, take any photos, or do anything special except clean all the crap out of it.

My mom wanted to gift it to her Taiko drum instructor, a young kid who has clearly impressed with his dedication and craft. Her and another auntie made sure the car was running smooth and got all the papers in order before giving it away. Instead of a straight gift, she sold it to him for two hundred dollars. I'm pretty sure the repairs on it cost twice that much. But they are mothers and wanted to give a gift that wouldn't require more maintenance. Still, one blinker light is attached with duct tape, there's a tow sticker on the windshield, and the paint has quite a few unsightly scratches all around. I'd say the car was worth a thousand dollars maximum. But it ran well and never faltered. Farewell loyal steed, farewell. I'll miss treating you like shit and smoking while driving and not caring about the smell lingering around.

So now my mom's in the market for another car. When she asked what we should get, I said that we should just get a cheap car that still runs. You know, like our Accord. I mean, George and I aren't home that much, and even when we are it's only for a few weeks at a time. Not having a car during our trips home would be inconvenient though. I suppose renting a car during that time would be easy enough. For the next few weeks though, I'll be carless. So if you want to hang out, you better scoot your ass to Del Mar or we'll have to meet after nine so I can use my mother's car. It's like high school all over again.

This must be a sign.