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In Which I List Thing I Will Miss When We Move

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  • The clop-clop-clop of horses outside my window every day.
  • The Pay Phone Show. (This made the list of things I won’t miss, too. It’s annoying and entertaining all at once.)
  • The view of the woods across the street from my kitchen window. (This is usually what I’m looking at while people stare in at me from the sidewalk.)
  • The short walk that brings me to Eastchester Bay.
  • Having Pelham Bay Park right at my doorstep, literally.
  • Summers when the Metropolitan Opera performs in the park, and I can sit on my stoop and listen to Carmen.
  • The way the sun comes in through the kitchen windows in the morning and hits my prism, sending rainbows all around the room.
  • The crazy variety of birds that show up in the park and in my yard over the course of a year. Ospreys, blackbirds, woodpeckers, orioles, and on and on and on.
  • City Island.
  • Joanne, our neighbor up the block.
  • Tosca, my favorite restaurant for Italian food delivery.
  • The variety of food I can have delivered. Pizza and Chinese are available everywhere, but right now we also have Thai, Indian, two diners and a bar that deliver, more Mexican than you can shake a stick at, two seafood restaurants, several sushi places, Cuban, a place that specializes in only mofongo, and a cafe or two.
  • Easy access to 95 when we want to go north.
  • Bona Vita Key Food with its fantastic deli and crazy impulse buys I can never resist at the register, like jars of pickled peppers or preserved cherries.
  • How all the local delis have mozarella and pasta made in house.
  • The Old Man. Yeah, I’m going to kind of miss the old guy.

Probably not a complete list, but as I was typing someone knocked on the window and made me think of the things I won’t miss again.

That Yucky Thing I Mentioned

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Friday was a gorgeous day, so we drove up the Merritt Parkway with the windows rolled down. As the day waned, it got a little chilly, so I asked Scott to close his window and I closed mine. With the windows closed, though, it started to get hot, so I turned on the air conditioner.

That was when all hell broke loose.

The first thing I noticed was that the air coming out of the vents wasn’t cold at all, so I asked Scott if he thought we might need a freon charge. I’ve never had to do that with a car, but it was the only thing that popped into my head. Unfortunately, the next thing that happened pretty much told us it was more serious than freon, because the next thing that happened was the car started filling up with smoke.

“Scott,” I said, “Is that smoke?”

“I don’t smell anything.”

“Scott, the car is filling up with smoke.”

“I’ll pull over at the next service area.”

“Scott, the fucking car is full of smoke. You need to pull over NOW.”

So he finally pulled his head out of his ass and stopped trying to pretend nothing was wrong. And it’s a good thing, too, because when we opened the hood, black smoke poured out. We called for assistance and then waited 45 minutes for no one to show up. While we waited, we talked and determined that it had to be related to the a/c, so we decided to give it a shot with the a/c off. Sure enough, no a/c, no smoke. So we finished driving to NoHo and resolved to find a mechanic the next day.

The mechanic was closing soon and didn’t have time to look at it, but based on the description, he confirmed what Mechanic Google told me: fried a/c compressor. I don’t know a lot about cars, but I’m told that’s not a cheap repair. To make things even better, the next day the car developed a rattle. I’m pretty sure that problem is the timing needing to be adjusted. I don’t think that job is too expensive, so it’s really the compressor that’s an issue.

Our car is 15 years old and has 117,000 miles on it. We knew we were going to a new one at some point, but we were hoping it could be a planned affair, not a “crap, the car costs way more to fix than it’s worth and now we need to buy a new car” affair.

The Old Man just brought the car back as I was typing this. He took it this morning to look at it. Turns out there was no oil in the car. He put in 3 quarts. Apparently, with very old cars, they burn oil fast. Scott did put in a quart just a couple of weeks ago, but he wasn’t sure then that it was enough. I guess it wasn’t. The Old Man gave me an estimate for repairing the compressor, which is a few hundred less than I expected, but he says it’s not worth it.

So a new car is definitely in our future, though the current one is still fine to drive as long as we don’t turn on the a/c and keep checking the oil. The thing is, with having to buy a new car, Scotland is almost certainly now cancelled.

And that really sucks.

The Old Man’s Getting Crazier All the Time

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A few months ago, the Old Man flagged Scott down to ask him what we’ve been doing in the middle of the night. Perplexed, Scott asked the Old Man what he meant.

“That noise. That vibrating sound you’re making all night long in the middle of the night,” explained the Old Man.

Scott assured him that all we were doing in the middle of the night was sleeping, and he had no idea what vibrating noise the Old Man meant. He looked at Scott like he was lying, and then looked at him like he was crazy when Scott suggested he should speak to Weird Man and see if he knew what it was. As if the idea of Weird Man making strange noises in the dead of night was preposterous.

Scott was pretty put out by this conversation, as he often is when the Old Man accuses us of things and then thinks we’re lying when we deny it. This happens more often than you might think. A few nights later, though, we heard it: a pretty loud noice coming from outside that could, generously, be described as a vibrating noise. What it actually turned out to be was an FDNY ambulance, idling on the corner all night. They used to sit in the park all night, but they park people started gating the drive every night, so the ambulance couldn’t get in anymore. They sit in their assigned neigborhoods 24 hours a day, so that they’re close when a call comes in. The idle while they wait, because they have diesel engines that need to be kept warm.

So, the next day, Scott goes to the Old Man to tell him we discovered what the vibrating noise was. Surprised, the Old Man asked how we knew, and Scott explained about the ambulance. The Old Man’s reply?

“No, you know what it was? My doorbell was stuck!”

Yeah. His freakin’ doorbell was stuck. For WEEKS. And he accused us of keeping him awake at night doing gods know what to make this noise, and all but accused Scott of lying when he denied it. I’ll give you three guesses as to whether he apologized, and the answer isn’t “yes.”

Come to think of it, this reminds me a little of the time he thought he heard a jackhammer every morning.