(names changed to protect the innocent or guilty -- as the case may be)
Hi Friend,
I was hoping to email before now and plan a day out your way this week, however, on top of everything else my car decided to detour to the repair shop. Yesterday on the way out to where we attend church, my car stalled on the ramp between the two highways. Nice, huh?
Today I saw the card group email detailing an adventure over your way and part of me was like YES!!! Reality is a mean task master though as I realize going to lunch and to a scrapbook store when you don't know how bad the repair damages will be yet will likely add insult to injury.
Rats!!!
It might be the fuel pump, because the engine turned over and nothing electrical (belts) seemed to be the issue. This means draining a full tank of gas
.....bye bye $70 buckssssss............. just to see
Oi Vey!!!
Please Lord, let it be a belt that we just couldn't see yesterday while we were dressed in our Sunday best and huge vehicles passed us on a curve at annoyingly fast speeds -- most of them not even paying a lick of attention to where their vehicle was in relation to a car stalled on the ramp.
Oh, and not one single police came by during the whole time Husband sat with my truck.
Did I say I was on my way to church? Yes, in a skirt. I have to be there early as my job is to conduct the music for our main worship service. Oh dear....let me see..text the Bishop just in case he needs to get me a stand-in.
Luckily, I had the grandbaby with me. Lucky? Yes, because he didn't have any church clothes..just a onesie ..and his parents were supposed to meet me at my house with his things....ummm...tick tick...gotta jet..can't be late...
I'm loading up, and they aren't here yet..of course..
They pull up while I am pulling out...we do a switcharoo...and I am ahead of them by 5 minutes.
I stall.
I call..
Son zooms up behind my stall vehicle (is zoom a fast enough word for how fast he drives normally added to the fact that I CAN'T be late??????????). They have a tiny car...the car seat is between daughter and me...we super-zoom off.....
Blessing! I make it in time, albeit a bit rattled. Son drops me off and is supposed to head back to help husband/dad (who is questionably patiently awaiting his own rescue along with instructions for what to do with MY vehicle.)
Hmmm...what's this I see as I look out into the congregation while I am conducting? Oh yes, my son..harrummphhhhh...
Husband's face looks like a raccoon.
The car's in the shop.
It's Monday and I'm stranded.
Guess what?
Yup....Grandson is here....and its 12:54...no sound or sign of his mom and dad....
**********end of letter to poor friend********
Its like this sometimes, but I think only at my house. I really believe that at times. I think others have an easy path and mine is mired with muck and debris that I have to wade through before I can get back on that path from which I want to navigate life.
Yesterday didn't help matters. It didn't help me feel those loving peaceful arms I need to feel at this point in my life. A point where my plate continues to feel loaded with burdensome trials, some of which do not belong to me.
Today I woke up with that junky, not so sore but somethings up kinda feeling in my throat. I try not to let negativity settle in. I get my little ones going, hop in the shower myself and start the day. Ok..no so bad.
I'll practice my piano lesson. Ick! What is this! Do I have to play this song. I don't like it. I quit. Pass the piano off to my daughter so she can prepare for her lesson.
Now what...that's right. I'll go check my budget to see where I can rock/roll the funds this pay period Oh mmmm, yeah, depressing.
Nevermind, go sit at the computer and blog for a bit -- maybe the cloud will move and things will change.
The repair shop said, 'Looks like the timing belt' Long dead pause....
This is NOT peace.
Off to pray -- will be back when I am not crying.
