How To Disappear Completely

we make our plans and they come not to pass

So this was a weekend of unfulfilled plans. Our softball team took a beating from my co-worker's Vineyard team. It was 96 degrees so Evan and I tried to make it to the beach, only to experience a flat tire and no where to park the darn thing except on the side of a very busy freeway. Fortunately a policeman came and stood guard, literally slowing the traffic down about 20 mph by his sheer presence so that Evan could change the driver's rear wheel without too much risk of life and limb. We made it to Sears and got a new tire but didn't make it to the beach.

Then the following day I was all excited about Tanglewood and seeing 100-year-old Elliot Carter and we started the 2 and 1/2 hour trek to western MA. But the low tire pressure light went on again. We stopped to add air in the tires, but by that time, I was getting jittery. We would have to come back again late at night and I didn't want to risk getting stuck off the side of the road trying to change another flat at midnight. Especially since the lug nut wrench somehow went missing during our last flat tire episode. So we turned around and went back to Dorchester.*

Ah me. I suppose I can wait another year to see Tanglewood, but all in all, the weekend was a bit of a stressful sad disappointment. At least Evan and I got to spend some time relaxing on the back porch. We also watched clips of Betty la fea, the original Ugly Betty.

*The low pressure light is probably going on just because the tread patterns on my tires are slightly different now, due to the new tire. The alignment seems to be okay and the tires seem to be okay. But, like I said, nothing kills a journey so much as worrying about disaster...