A bit of drama

It's been a while. As we near the end of fall, the sense of urgency to finish this seemingly inexhaustible project increases, and I have subsequently not put effort into blogging. Regardless, I have a story for you.

This weekend, a friend of mine (Andy) from NYC came up to visit camp. He took a bus to Boston, and I went down to pick him up. I had just gotten my car back from getting some exhaust work done... I had also gotten the oil changed (none of this is directly relevant, but it adds to the saga).

Just after entering the 93 S tunnel on my way to South Station, the power went out on my car (headlights and radio) and the battery and check engine lights came on. I picked up Andy, immediately informed him of my car troubles, and proceeded to get back on 93 and try to make it out of the city before checking things out (hindsight tells me that was a poor choice... I'm not very good with cars). Then, just over the Zakim Bridge on 93 N, in between lanes 2 and 3 of a 4 lane interstate, my car lost all power... it just died... completely. Not good.

We called 9-1-1, waited who knows how long for a state trooper to come (I think it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes, but my clock was dead and in these situations it's hard to get a good feeling for time), were pushed off the road by said state trooper, and were towed off the highway by a very nice tow truck driver.



I called AAA (I am SUCH a big AAA fan), and then my dear dear friend Rachel, who not only picked us up from a Dunkin' Donuts in Somerville but also generously lent us her car for the weekend.

The car repair ended up being pretty pricey, and I wasn't at all thrilled to have my car back in a garage for the 3rd time that week, but that's not the point of this post.

The point is, I am one incredibly blessed girl. Thanks to Rachel's generosity, Andy and I made it up to NH Friday night (only 4 hrs. or so later than planned) and the rest of the weekend was spent enjoying the beautiful fall weather and hanging out with friends.