Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
Ark accepted an offer to teach at the University in Gainesville, starting in January and since this meant that he had to be there five days a week, we decided to schedule some planned remodeling of the house during this time. As might be expected, this turned into a nightmare of truly monumental proportions, and we ended up discovering that the contractor we had hired was not licensed and had a police record an inch thick for cocaine abuse and fraud.
It is too horrible and tedious to even describe what this lunatic tried to do to us, how he destroyed our house, and how it took six months to get it put back together. It took quick thinking and work to recover our money from this guy, and I had to negotiate with the bank to take over the job of contractor myself. This meant, of course, that I had to be there every day to estimate, price, and order materials, supervise the work, pay the subcontractors, submit the bills to the escrow agent, and just a whole host of fun activities that made me aware that a good contractor is worth his weight in gold.
I drove Ark to Gainesville every Monday morning, and went to pick him up to come home for the weekend every Friday night. The schedule and workload was crushing, but we managed to have our sessions no matter what room in the house we had to use, though some of them were rather short and personal.
There were a couple of incidents with the van during these long drives down lonely back roads, one of which resulted in a very strange glitch in the time sequence, which we discussed at the session the following night.
I had been driving along State Road 121 that runs between US 19 and Gainesville. It's a two-lane, mostly straight shot through a planted pine forest, with almost no traffic except loggers and hunters. It's a nice drive in the daytime, even if it tends to be a little creepy; but I sure wouldn't want to drive it alone at night! I was just driving along and the temperature problem suddenly kicked in, and I pulled off to the side to let the engine cool and check the coolant level. By this time, we knew that there was nothing wrong with the system, the thermostat had been replaced, and it was just a "personality problem" the van had developed, and we coped as best we could.
I opened the hood to let the air circulate around the motor and the instant I did, the radiator cap exploded off, and boiling green coolant shot into the air. I was lucky to be able to jump out of the way of being scalded.
After a period of cool down, when not a single car passed, I replaced the coolant from a jug we had gotten in the habit of carrying, and went looking for the cap. It was nowhere to be found. At this point, a truck came along the road and the guy just stopped and got out and found my radiator cap UNDER the middle of the van. Don't even ask me how it got there! He then got back in his truck, turned around and went BACK in the direction he had come! Even though it seemed like just an ordinary incident, this act made it clear that he wasn't just "passing by."
I then continued on my way, figuring that I had lost about half an hour. In fact, however, I had lost an hour and a half.
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