My exhibitionist ways have been quelled. I've sat silent for most of this unfortunate break. Stressed. Tired. Stressed. The van is running once again (if you need a car guy, I've got a great car guy now). So back to those silver linings I promised: there were many...
--Geoff got to the airport on time.
--It was a sunny day.
--As previously mentioned, I was toting Mark's father to the airport, which left his car unused for four days. Mark borrowed his, I borrowed Mark's Prius. When Geoff returned, Karen graciously offered her Bug for my unlimited use. I think that went on for four more days until Hot Red Speed was finished. I loved driving compacts. I loved not paying for rentals.
--If you've been following my life for more than five minutes, you know that money is a constant worry and each penny's use is planned months in advance.When this tragedy struck, my parents quickly offered a loan to cover the massive expense. The river of philosophical differences between us did not stop them from coming to my rescue. I can't properly express how much this means to me. I hope my children are independently wealthy by the time they reach their forties, but more than that, I hope I can offer them the same safety net that mine have for me if their futures take an unexpected turn...or eight.
So the car runs. If I need another tranny before I replace her with a newer, sleeker, non-minivan model, I will have made some disastrous choices in the coming years. I graduate from college this year, after all...but that's another post for another day. I'll pencil it in for three weeks from now.