About a week after I got back to New York, I went to move my car in the morning for alternate side of the street parking (and then hopefully go to the gym) when I noticed my car's window had been smashed.
I remembered that the only other time in my life my car was broken into was in New York City when I was something like 22 years old.
I calmly (Thank you Tantra) got into the car and drive over to the apartment building where I am subletting my apartment for 2 months and parked it with the blinkers flashing so I could go up, get some plastic and tape the window shut against the cold and snow that was threatened that day.
The security guard came to inquire what I was up to. I explained my situation and he stated that I could not leave the car where I parked it. I said I had to tape the window and then go back upstairs, pack and shower since I was leaving town that day. After a lot of coaxing and flirting, I convinced him to let me do it, leave the car where it was. He agreed, but said I had to be down in exactly one hour - my god!
Well, the race against the was on. I ran through the apartment looking for material to tape the window. Then I ran back up to the 10th floor to shower and pack. I was headed to Fire Island to see my father for one night and then off to West Palm Beach to teach a Tantra & Bliss course. I purposely arranged to fly out of MacArthur Islip Airport so I could check in with my father before departing. So, I made it down and back to the car with 5 mintues to spare. I was really proud of myself.
Only thing was that when I went to start the car, the battery was dead. Okay what to do? finally a limo driver gave me a jump. I called Triple A and asked them to find me a glass shop on the way to Bay Shore (where I catch the ferry to FI). Done, I was on my way!
Got the window replaced, got some errands done, made the boat and figured I was free sailing.
Packed some warm weather clothes that were on FI and got ready for my trip the next morning. I took the 7:30am ferry just so I wouldanple time to do a few more errands and get to the airport on time. Guess what? The car wouldn't start. Of course over that night the temperatures had fallen to 10 below with the wind chill factor. So there I was in the ferry parking lot unable to move. And no one around. Within a half hour, someone came to the ferry dock and I asked for a jump.
Then I drove to an automotive place and replaced the battery ASAP. All this and I still made it to the airport. But when I got to the ticket counter, the ground attendant informed me that my plane was running late and that I would never make my flight connection. I said, "Oh no, I must get there tonight in enough time to decorate for a class I'm teaching tomorrow morning." He looked at me and knew I was very serious (meantime I was so calm I hardly recognize myself). He said, "The only thing we can do now is send you to Laguardia to get a different flight with a different connection." I jumped at it yet explained that I could have flown from there in the first place. I picked coming out to Long Island because the airport is so easy to navigate and I could visit with my father. He said, "Lady, it's Laguardia or nothing!"
So, a taxi drove me to the airport closest to Manhattan and I just barely made the flight. What a crazy couple of days. Welcome home!
