Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Tag: driving

  • From Arkansas to Texas

    From Arkansas to Texas

    Yesterday we successfully made it from Arkansas, all the way through Oklahoma, and into Amarillo, Texas. We got some pictures of the trees disappearing, and at least one of me where I would appreciate it if you would ignore the multiple chins.

  • When Holidays Aren’t

    While I wanted Rachel not to have to work both of her jobs today, her becoming markedly ill was not the method I envisioned. After seeing a doctor she ended up going to her second job regardless, leaving me to pick up her prescriptions. Thus, I spent more time driving on Route 40 than is…

  • Miscellany

    I got accepted at Penn State University! This means that I now have choices for where I begin the next phase of my education this fall. On a more trivial note, I live off of a road that desperately wants to be gravel when it grows up, and thinks that if it just accumulates enough…

  • Deadlights

    It’s been raining a lot around here lately, which means a lot of driving around with windshield wipers. A while back I replaced my broken wiper blades with new ones by Rain-X, followed quickly by replacing my blue windshield washer fluid with bright orange product also from Rain-X. The combination of the two has created…

  • Last Legs

    My poor ’84 Toyota Tercel is three years older than I am, and it’s really held up well. However, over the past several years it has been slowly falling apart. I try to hold it together as best I can but sometimes the most random problems occur. Last night I got in the car, got…

  • Don’t Bother Signalling

    Apparently drivers in the Baltimore-Washington area have decided to simply disable their turn signals to prevent accidently activating them when they are doing things on the road, such as, for example, turning. You’d think an action would be completely intuitive, but no—apparently it’s not a requirement, but a courtesy in the same vein as standing…

  • Don’t You Just Hate When You Forget

    I can’t stand it when I have the perfect idea for something to write here, and then forget it hours later. It’s like the more information I try and cram into my brain, the more stuff falls out the back, forgotten. At any rate, my day got off to a poor start when I was…