Since then we've had to tag team cars. Thank goodness Mike works from home, but even him having to walk up to the post office each day is wearing thin. I think it nearly sent him over the edge two days ago when his 15kg shipment of cane came in (for his reed making) and the post office telling him that they didn't have the storage facilities to hold it until the weekend until he had a car during business hours, being that I had his car to get to work. So he trudged back home, grabbed the trolley and wheeled the trolley back into town so he could wheel the jolly box home. I can't even imagine what a sight he must have made.
In those eight weeks I've had to wait for them to decide that yes they will fix the car, then wait for a part to come from Japan which was holding everything up, when it did come and the car got put back together I was told there was a leak and I had to wait for a seal, the seal didn't come when it was meant to so I had to wait some more, then when they put the seal in it didn't fix the leak, they decided that the drive shaft that was put in was the wrong drive shaft which caused the leak, so they had to put another drive shaft in. To be honest I have no idea what the drive shaft does or even looks like, needless to say it's an important part of the car.
I have been promised a number of times that yes it will be read on Monday, on Thursday, on Tuesday, so each time Mike had driven me in to work thinking I would be driving my car home, only to get a call from me because of X, Y, Z hold up and could he pick me back up again at the end of the day. That's three hours wasted for him each of those days, 45 mins in, out and then in and out again.
But finally ... FINALLY ... they have told me that it is ready. It has been washed, and sitting in their holding yard waiting for me. So failing a meteor dropping from the sky and squishing it, I will be driving my car home tomorrow. YAY.
It's been quite a stressful 8 weeks. Sure I know a lot of people are one car families. But when you live in a little country town with no public transport and have only one car to rely on, it's hard. I couldn't just pick up and head off on the weekend willy nilly unless I knew Mike didn't need his car. On nights when he had a meeting or commitment after work, I needed to get home so he could then take the car. He stopped going camping or doing any long trips himself of a weekend in case something happened to his car and then we'd be totally screwed.
I sound quite whiney don't I? And I don't mean to. I know we're lucky to both have wheels, a lot luckier than a lot of people. So I apologise if I come off sounding like that.
But tomorrow will be back to normal. Gosh I hope it feels the same.
On the scrapping front...
Last Friday night we had some time with my youngest stepson. There are some conversations that are just totally scrapworthy, and this was one of them. Middle-aged, huh!
Credits Designer Digitals.
Oh and in case you can't quite read the journalling:
Tristan: "Hey Carol, have you read 50 Shades of Grey?"
Carol: "Sure have Tristan, why do you ask?"
Tristan: "No reason, I just heard that it's like Harry Potter for the middle-aged woman."
I DON’T KNOW WHAT WAS MORE SHOCKING - THE FACT THAT TRISTAN ASKED ME, OR THAT I’M NOW CONSIDERED “MIDDLE-AGED” IN THE EYES OF MY STEPSON !
Okay so fess up, who's read it????
2 comments:
Yes all three in fact... but has he? That is the question...
No, I haven't read it!
My dad told me I was middle aged the day turned 35 (based on an average lifespan of 70). Now I'm in my mid 50s, I feel middle aged, but don't call me a senior!
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