I was supposed to go to CKC Manchester today. But instead I spent the day getting my alternator replaced. I really wasn't meant to go to this thing. First I got stuck in traffic for like an hour on the Mass Pike. When traffic finally started moving, I realized that they weren't letting people through, they were turning people around and sending them back from whence they came on account of a rolled trailer truck carrying propane or some such. So I was thinking I'd have to find an alternative route. But then my battery light went on. So I called my dad (because I still call my dad when I have car trouble even though I am 32 years old) and we decided I should start driving to Putnam where I get it serviced. Well, at least I made it off the Mass Pike before all my electrically controlled devices shut down - wipers, dashboard gauges, power windows, headlights, radio, all of it. Then the car started bucking and as soon as I got it pulled over it completely died. And I'm not going to lie, I did cry a little when I realized I was broken down in an area where no cell phone service was available. I managed to get a very weak signal by walking a ways down the road - long enough to tell my dad what exit I got off on. So the car was towed to King Olds and the alternator was replaced to the tune of over $500, after towing and labor.
I guess I could go to CKC tomorrow but somehow I don't feel much like shopping for scrapbook supplies anymore.
I shouldn't complain because it could've been much worse. Actually, the traffic jam and turn around on the Pike probably saved me from breaking down in New Hampshire. That would've been much worse.
But still, what a waste of a personal day. Sigh.
Since I was in Putnam, I cooked dinner with Nick. So that was good. We don't get to cook together as much these days. We used to do that all the time. We made a pasta recipe from one of my Naked Chef cookbooks and had some Riesling. And we ate it while watching the best of Insomniac with Dave Attell. Good times.