The delivery estimator thinggy on the smartusa web site has been giving me an error since it was launched. It tells me that it is unable to estimate when the car will be available. It's not supposed to give me a delivery date, but a date that I will be able to order the car. The car will then take 90 days to arrive.
When I made the reservation in March, they were saying that it was a six month wait. I talked to the dealer today, and they said it's a 12-18 month wait. It seems that the delivery wait time must be extending as the gas prices go up.
But, now I don't know to expect to order the car in September, like I originally thought, or next spring. That's kind of a spread. Maybe I should get a used gremlin or something, until the smart arrives.
I've been thinking that maybe I should make a reservation at another dealer, like maybe in Indiana or somewhere where they would not want to drive such a tiny car. We could drive it back, and gas would be cheap. I called the Albequerqe NM smart dealer, because they were the most remote dealer that was still open today. They also quoted the 12-18 month wait.
At least it should mean that we'll get next year's model.
Last night I left my sunglasses and hat on BART. Just yesterday, I was comparing the world without my sunglasses, to the world through them, and wondering how I got through life without them.
We're still looking for a place. We went around today and looked at a few places. Alamo Square, Daly City, Western Edition.
Yesterday, when I woke up, Pigeon was preening herself outside of my window. She was looking better than ever. Her feathers were flat and smooth, and her wing was tucked in like it should be.
When I got back from the office, she was nowhere to be seen. I didn't see her again, and I think she must have healed, and flown up to her nest.
As I checked out of the hotel, a guest was asking the clerk for a recommendation for a steak house. He didn't like her suggestions, because they were all downtown, and he knew enough to know that that meant expensive. I recommended a place that I've driven by, and co-workers have been to, and liked. I realized that I'd been in Santa Fe too long.
I am finally on a plane, on my way back to my SF. I have left the land of gas pumps that don't reclaim fumes, truck nuyz, green chili, and Pigeon.
It turns out that it was a good trip. I've had a lot of time alone for the first time in a long time. I've been put in a position that I didn't know if I could succeed, and I seem to have done well. I feel strong and renewed and ready to get on with life in a better way. I've made it through a storm, and I'm ready to fly.
A few weeks ago, there was a really strong storm one night. It turned our road our of the location into thick slimy clay-mud, and blew crap all around.
The next morning, when I got back to the hotel, sitting on the lading outside of my door was a pigeon with an Alfalpha tuft of feathers on her head, and what looked like a broken wing. But she seemed to be able to fly.
I figured that she was a goner. I looked for an agency to help her, but the ASPCA doesn't help pigeons.
She has been hanging out on my stoop, and her man-pigeon comes down and sits with her. She can fly between my doorstep and my balcony, but it seems that she can't get enough lift to make it to her nest. There are some little eggs that have been broken on the deck, and I think they're hers.
It rained again this morning, and when I came outside, she was a soaked mess of feathers, huddled next to my door. She hoped over to shiver in the sun, and I could see that her tuft of feathers was from a gash on her little head.
It makes me sad to think of what will happen to Pigeon, but it's nice to know that she will have her partner's company, whatever may come.
We're on track for the longest day yet. I got here yesterday at 2:30 pm, and the sun is just lightening the eastern sky. I've been on stage all night, and I hadn't noticed that the whole night went by.
I haven't seen this many sunrises, well, ever.
The only bright spot about this is that going late today means that we'll be done with the only sequence that may have made me stay here longer than Saturday.
It's funny how I'm seen as a shirt around here. The other night someone refered to me as one of the producer people. A guy tonight stopped telling a dirty joke when I walked up. And people keep calling me sir, even today when I'm wearing cut off jeans and my t-shirt with naked women in a spider web.
The rumor is that we'll be done by 6. If there was a pool, I'd put my money on 7:30.