My personality is such
that when life deals blow after blow
(and it does sometimes)
I tend to laugh, rather than cry.
Not a hysterical type of laughter
but more of a 'ha-ha - good one'
"you got me" type of chuckle.
Because I can't change anything
I can only roll with it, and sometimes
life is just like that.
We've been looking for a new van
because it's time.
But we've been looking rather relaxed like
with a goal of a month, or two, or maybe three
(I'm dreading making payments again, so each day
buys me a little more time)
But what you didn't know is that a few weeks ago
when I picked Wendy up from school for an appointment
the van was acting suspicious.
(If you call a loud pop, and smoke and a very bad smell - suspicious)
So much so that I gave Wendy instructions.
I told her very serious-like, "If I say jump - don't ask questions -
just open the door and jump"
I'm not even kidding.
And while I didn't really think I'd need to do that
It turns out that I might have had to do just that.
If not then, then sometime this week.
There is a hole in the fuel line
and the hole is right next to the muffler
The van has been smelling horrid for gas
for the last couple weeks.
Laugh with me.
So we're speeding up the process of getting a new van
(and to the person I tried to sell it to yesterday - maybe it's not a good idea)
and I'm grateful that my mom arrived to town today
because I'll be taking her car tomorrow to take my dad to another appointment
And I'm grateful for great neighbors
because, now carless, my mom won't be able to bring Mark to school
Laugh with me
So my neighbor will bring Mark to and from school.
Fingers crossed that we hear from both the bank and the auto dealer tomorrow
and that our schedules are such that we can get a new van tomorrow or Thursday
It's apparently time.
On the bright side, we do have electricity in the garage again, and the new phones I ordered to replace the ones that died just yesterday - will be on my porch tomorrow.
It always works out.