This last 48 hours has been a succession of reversals.

While I was at the dentist, when the Doctor just came in to start work, my lovely wife appeared overhead. We had the following friendly exchange (friendly):

I need your car, my engine light is on and I have to take the kids on a field trip.
Did you check the transmission two weeks ago like I asked?
Nope, I've had other things going on.
What do you want me to do about it?
I want you to be a man and take care of it.

We're waiting to hear back from the mechanics. Best case: $400. Worst case: $2400. Transmission problems suck. I've been checking out cars in the area. I'll never buy a car with a loan ever again. Show up with hundreds and you can get something at half blue-book.

Today we picked up a junker car, just to get me gimped to and from work. It's a 1995 chevy Lumina. $400. That was a punch in the junk. I hate that car already. It burns oil. It's like driving around in a hot tub with eight blind spots. But at least I've got wheels to and from work.

Deals falling through. Money in the mail not showing up.

I'm not complaining, in fact I'm smiling. This is fun. I just know there's three good things for every bad one in life. I like life. I am very optimistic. Supernaturally optimistic.



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