Still on the Edge in Sumas

Any doubt as to the presence of my sanity may now be put to rest. I'm out of my mind today after a "peace of mind" inspection of the bus at the local mechanic in Bellingham. The guys at Motor Weld changed the oil for me, replaced all 5 filters, installed a new temperature sensing unit, and tinkered with the electrical. All well and good, until on the return trip the temp sensor alarm again came on, and after getting the bus back to the storage lot I discovered that the 'low oil' alarm was buzzing as well. Tomorrow I'll try to trace the problem, but I checked the dip stick and it was dry...DRY??? After a $400 oil change? Normally I don't mind getting fucked but this is really my limit.

Hopefully the rest of the week will get better. On Thursday I'm supposedly scheduled to get the roof rack painted, and FINALLY installed after waiting these 3 long months. If not on Thursday then I wait another week, since I'm off to Vancouver Island on Friday for their local Hot n Funky artcar-chilly cook-off festival, which I hope will be a good time enough to get my mind of silly bus issues.

Otherwise life is swell, so long as I don't dwell to much on formerly famous people who've come to basically nothing, like the estate of Jimmy Hendrix say.

Or the fact that the happiest people I know seem to enclosed by the most ugly of surroundings. Seemingly by reason of not having enough money to afford cleaning things up, or not enough time to try, etc. Confusing and bothersome to me, someone so affected by appearance that even barnyards take on a symbolic trip through heavenly chaos encircling a perfect center, given the right mood swing.

And what of this new found suspicion that the people around me do not in fact possess the same emotional range that I do? Or more accurately, given a set of identical circumstances, we all react in ways that reflect varying degrees of emotion. In writing it seems obvious, but damned if all these years I haven't assumed that everyone would respond to the same degree (not to say the same way), upon seeing a chicken hit by a car, or getting a notice from the bank that you're overdrawn, or say rejection by a pretty girl or boy. For if we are all so very different in our tolerance levels of physical pain, then its fairly certain that we all respond differently to the same amount of emotional pain. Making it easier to see how people can be so capable of mischief, hate, cruelty, etc.