Writing about the lack of control

Lately I can't control anything in my life. All though, I don't think this is a recent phenomena. Perhaps that is why I like writing fiction and poetry. In a story or poem, I have some control over what happens. In real life, I have not control at all. I planned to go to the Lady's Night poetry reading and read some of my work.

Fate, God and the universe apparently had other plans. Actually, what I should say is my car had other plans. I noticed that it was over heating yesterday, so I came home and parked the car in my driveway. I presumed that the only problem was I hadn't kept close enough eye on the water in the radiator.

I let the car cool down over night, which is what I normally do in these cases. I went out this morning to put water in the radiator. I put water in and it kept leaking out. After closer inspection of where the water was coming from, I determined the problem wasn't the radiator, but a hose or other component. If the problem was the radiator I could have used stop leak.

It turns out the problem isn't a hose either, but has something to do with the thermostat covering. It apparently has been, leaking for some time and I didn't know. Anyway, someone is working on it now. If he doesn't get it fix or at least where I can drive it, I'll have to have it towed to my mechanic Wednesday or Thursday. I didn't have it towed today because I didn't have Triple A, I now have Triple A, but it takes 24 hours for activation.