Well it's be a whirlwind since I returned from a glorious two days at the coast. Miles played and played and played some more while I talked and behaved like a person who can do things besides Etsy. It was incredibly peaceful and relaxing and I had the most wonderful time and hope to do it again, often.
So I come home and set out to replace my very old and shabby car with something I can travel in this summer. If you didn't know, buying a car is utter hell. If you've never done it I can say I absolutely don't recommend it. I have never been pushed prodded or poked so hard in my life. Car salesmen play on a whole other level I can't even begin to understand. I found a car I wanted but was not prepared to commit to the asking price and told Mr. Pushy McSales that I wanted a day to think about it and I would be in touch. Well apparently I broke some car dealership law because he immediately had me surrounded with little Mr Contract Haggle-Bargain and Mr. Useful Helperman (both total misnomers by the way). The words "how can we close this today?" were like a mantra they kept panting over and over, they were, in every sense, the salesmen of the corn. I literally and truly had to tell them I wanted to see their other options so I could get outside of the office and sneak into my own car (which somehow I managed to do) and leave. Of course there was a small clan of McSales people running after my exhaust spewing vehicle once I made my escape which made the whole thing so unrealistically comical that not buying a new car was almost fun, except for the stress headache and 14 phone calls I've received since leaving the dealer.
So I destressed and restressed all in the very same weekend and both had very good time and a very weird time. I have to say, given the choice I could spend weeks with my friends at the beach, walk everywhere and never need a new car but that choice is not mine so I guess sooner or later I will have to return to the dealership and face the insanity. Next time I think I will bring pepper spray.