Rhyme of the Ancient Navigator

Well, I did go to bed early Thursday night. Before I had fallen asleep, Berck called. He and Sydney were stuck in traffic because of a wreck up ahead, and Berck had to pee. So he didn’t talk to me very long before throwing shame to the wind and stepping out of the car and into the bushes to do what the whole line of cars watching him knew he would be doing. (Perhaps with a little envy).

An hour later or so, I was sound asleep when my phone rang again. It was Sydney this time, asking if I could give them some directions. The wreck had actually been a guy locked in his car with a gun, threatening to commit suicide. A wreck could have been moved out of the way, but this was blocking traffic for hours. So everyone headed off the interstate and onto county roads.

The problem with county roads is that they often don’t show up on road atlases. Berck’s laptop had given up the ghost earlier in the day. So Berck contacted his navigator, who happened to be at home asleep in bed. My computer was turned off, too, and I can only use the mouse on his. While I was booting up, they lost signal, which gave me a little time to wake up and try to figure out where they were (a certain interstate exit in eastern North Dakota; do you know how difficult it is to figure out exit numbers in Mapquest?)

After getting connected and disconnected a couple of times, we finally determined that they were heading the right direction and would get back to the interstate soon. Berck took the phone then and thanked me.

“Uh huh.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m just sleepy.”

But then, of course, I couldn’t go back to sleep.

Today he called again. Sydney’s friend’s friend wanted to go to Wal-Mart to buy some ammo for his Glock. Berck drove him into town so he could call me. It sounds like they’re having a fun time.

But it’s really cold. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow.

The weather here is beautiful. It gets down into the forties at night, then the sun shines all day and it warms up to shirt sleeve weather.

Where’s Waldo?

Berck left a message on my phone around 11 a.m. this morning telling me to call him.

I don’t check my messages until I get off work at 3:30, so I gave him a call then but got his voice mail. He called me back about the time I got home.

“Well,” he said, “I’m in Minneapolis.”

The first thought that crossed my mind was that the motorhome took a wrong turn. And a pretty big one at that.

“What are you doing in Minneapolis?”

“I’m driving to Montana.”

Apparently, as soon as Berck arrived in Chicago early this morning, his sister Sydney told him they were going to Seattle to visit someone. When Berck explained that it would take three days to drive there and a good four hundred dollars in gas, she and her friend agreed to meet halfway somewhere in Montana. Berck is just going along for the ride, because he can’t very well return to OKC while Sydney is borrowing her car back for the weekend. That and he told me, “I had someone to drive around the country with when I was nineteen, and it seems like Sydney should too.”

So the new ETA for my honey is Tuesday night.

But I’ll believe that when I see it.

He sounded pretty groggy on the phone, having gotten next to no sleep in the motorhome. I’m hoping he’ll keep his part of the driving to an advisory role.

I’m not nearly as sleepy as my honey, but all I want to do right now is go to bed. And it’s only six-thirty, and the sun hasn’t set, but hey, I bet I can sleep for eleven hours…

Geek Need

My baby is gone again.

He has delivered the Miata to Nashville, and now he’s on his way up to Chicago in a motorhome.

Unfortunately, he left me with no sound on my computer and a keyboard that doesn’t work on his computer. I wanted to watch the debate tonight from VOA.com, so i copied and pasted a V, then an O, then an A into Berck’s Google taskbar. That took me to the site so I could watch and listen to the debate.

I’m in better shape than the last time he left. I had no Internet on my computer, and no sound on his. Via phone, we were able to get the sound controls on his computer fixed and the network hub plugged back up.

I need my geek back.

CHECK ENGINE

On my way to work early Friday morning, I noticed the car making a funny noise. Of course I had no idea what it was, but the car makes weird noises all the time, at least according to Berck. “Do you hear that?” he’ll demand, “Do you hear THAT??” Hear what? “THAT! You can’t hear it?” Oh, that noise? “NO! It’s not making it NOW.”

So I congratulated myself on hearing the car making odd noises and made a mental note to inform Berck about it.

As I turned on the home-stretch to work, the noise got louder, so I turned the radio off to listen better. At the same time, the CHECK ENGINE light started blinking on. Uh oh. I checked the temperature gauge. Pegged at past-H. Oh dear. I was almost to work, and there aren’t any other turn offs on this road, so I slowed way down till I got to my parking lot. White vapor was streaming out from under the hood.

I had to get clocked in, so the next time I checked the car was at my first break. The oil was fine, but the coolant overflow bottle was empty and the radiator was bone dry. Well, there’s my problem. So I started filling the radiator with my little water bottle, walking back to the breakroom to fill it at the sink for several trips. That ate up my first break.

At lunch, one of my coworkers showed me where a big igloo thermos lived in the breakroom, so I only had to make one more trip out to the car. I started up the engine, which sputtered and complained before settling into a nice purr. I looked to see if any water was leaking out but none was.

I checked the coolant levels again before I left for work, but they were just as I had left them. Then I drove carefully home.

Berck got home late last night from picking up his dad’s Miata from California. He was able to find the leak today in a hose near the back of the engine. Supposedly, the auto parts store will have the part in the morning.

I’m glad to have my baby back to fix the cars.

I don’t want to know how long a 30 minute ride to work on country roads would take in Arthur.