a letter to my TT:

i arrive at the shop, a little late...about 9:10. they welcome me in, i pull out the insurance co. estimate.

...they frown, "this isn't good," say they "i mean, a %5 difference is fine, but $400?"

...and sink goes my little heart, down to the bottom of the trench, fast.

i tell them i worry, and about negotiation and such...they say that they will re-adjust our prices to theirs and go from there.

"it should work out, do not worry..." [insert implied cute reference such as "your ever gorgeous-ness" or "the frown would mar your otherwise perfect and oh so darling face", for i dressed up today for the jaunt.]

they take keys, i sit, i wait...i decide to read harrypotter book 1. not bad, and flowing fast...i shall read them all, little mindless brain candies that they are. good for killing time, cold.

at 10:45 they are done, call me up to the desk.

"no charge today" and i put away my wallet?

..."but we need you to sign this form." and i read, and i start to sign...

"one moment," said the cutie "it says owner of vehicle, i am not the owner."

and they take out a clean form, "you can sign his name, insurance companies don't care..."

"no, i cannot," she said, arching eyebrows and looking the slightest bit shocked.

so i bring the form home to you, my love, to imprint and stick in the overnight key drop with the keys, perhaps after we take turns with it and our proverbial toiletries.

i do not think the rentalcarplace will give me the rental, but it is up to you to ask...? i sent the info the other day.

and now i sit here at work, waiting for lunch and coffee, the audi parked outside, ready to pounce.

fun! trip soon! you and i and a long long drive full of stories and stops at local diner-ies.

groovy!

...and ammmmmmalthea!...

...the world is our oyster, love,
and i'm carrying a sharp sharp fork.

*jab*
-me!

and a dream from last night:

i am at the home of m and mypartnerincrime. i pick up things left behind years ago in a small, cardboard box. not much left, and this is a good feeling. the final goodbye a pleasant thing. m is there, and there is no tension. she goes about doing what she does, and so do i. mypartnerincrime carefully watches what goes into the box, afraid i will take something of value...or something i left that he believes that he deserves in payment for "rent" for the space. ridiculous, but i comply � used to such antics from him, and expecting it.

the apartment is different than the one i left for them. this one is taller but more compact, also rooted in a different area. they have kittens, at least five. i want to ask for one, to bring home for TT and i, but i refrain, afraid of the response�afraid he would ask me to pay.

i go into the kitchen, a large and metal retro-ish steel extravaganza, everything old. m is there, and i hug her � kiss her on the mouth. i tell her that i am sorry for all of the discomfort and sadness that i may have caused, but i know what she is going through now�i can see it in the lines in her face, her downcast stare. we share a little secret, her and i, and now she understands me as well.

i decide to walk down the back stairs for a few minutes, alone, ready for a smoke. i sit on the back cement stairs and watch the sky, my smoke. minutes pass and i just sit there, not wanting to go back in, collect the box and leave. i do not really want what is in the box anymore, i just do not have any place for it at home.

as it gets later, nanimal comes out to get me, sitting down with me for a moment and hugging me with one arm. he assures me that this is all behind me, that i am alright and do not need to hurt anymore. i�ll be alright � just what i want to hear.

we go back upstairs and mrs.nanimal is cooking in the large kitchen, chopping veggies expertly on a large chopping block in the middle of the room. the rooms are lighter somehow, the smell of good food floating and pot from somewhere deep in the apartment�urchin must be here as well, but not in this room. it is a holiday and i have come to visit, everything lifts and i feel happy and calm. there are kittens circling my ankles as i keep mrs.nanimal company�she asks me if i would like to take one home for TT. i smile at her and say yes.

analize that one?
*grin*