When months ago I used to feel like superwoman crossing things off the checklists in dozens daily, yesterday was spent hitting roadblock after roadblock. We attempted to drive our truck to have the tires changed, and our driver only drove about a mile before Grubman ran out of gas. Going up a very steep hill. At a blind curve. It didn't make matters any better that he lost his temper and started cursing quite loud and for too long right in front of the business where they do my windshields. (So mortifying, because obviously they know our truck.) Of course our driver felt bad, and I can't hold it totally against him because I know he was really nervous in that situation, and I'd forgotten that we probably needed to put a gallon of fuel in the tank before leaving. We were able to let the truck coast back down the hill and park it in a driveway while we went to get fuel. We got the fuel in, and then started off again, only to realize halfway up the hill again that the brakes had self-adjusted--we couldn't move the truck and were tearing up the brake pads. We got some help from a few guys who saw the earlier fiasco; they banged around on who-knows-what under the front of the truck; and my driver got it moved into a parking spot across the street where it wasn't going anywhere, even if we wanted. This was all before noon in 90-degree weather.
So, basically, all I actually accomplished yesterday was to put a "Please do not tow" sign on our truck, go to Little Rock to pick up our license plate, and then manage to find some young Thai coconuts. Apparently, young coconuts must be out of season, because they've gone up a buck each since I last bought them two months ago at the Asian market. Plus, everyone was sold out at all the Asian markets. I had to go to Whole Foods Market instead, where I spent 5 bucks each for those little babies. Not excited about that, but I have to have them.
Today, I spent the entire day waiting for my mechanic to see if he could figure out the problem on the truck, which he never did because he's been working on a big construction project; and quite frankly, I think he's just tired of dealing with the Grubman. We eventually fixed the problem with a screwdriver late this afternoon, thanks to my contractor and his assistant, so at least we solved that problem.
We were able to take the truck back down the street where we started yesterday morning to park it, and then my contractor accidentally locked the keys in the truck. Always, always, something! The day (and week) had been long and exhausting on so many levels that we all just said "forget it" and left for home. After all, tomorrow is another day.
So, here we are at the weekend. We're still not on the road and won't be taking the Grubman to the food truck court until Monday, but my hopes are not dashed. In fact, I feel strangely quite the opposite. Maybe this is the elusive patience I've been trying to find. Maybe I can now look at the list of things that need to be finished, and the mountain doesn't seem so insurmountable. Maybe I'm just at peace with this whole business and need a few days of rest before we open. These delays and roadblocks are like those last ten pounds when you're trying so hard to lose weight. Yes, they're a bugger, but how can one really be all that disappointed when you look back and see how far you've come?
Until next week, Eat Raw, Live Long!