when it rains...

I've discovered that one can have too much adventure. I'm still convinced that God has a great sense of humor, and while YOU may laugh at my tale, I fail to be amused just yet by my rather eventful week. But I'm not bitter. :P

The plan for Monday night was to have my dad pick me up after work(my car was still in the church parking lot at this point). He was going to take me home, I was going to drive my sister's van (which Dad had fixed) to Dee's house and meet my sister Bridget there. Bridget has the glorious job of travelling photographer (which doesn't seem at all glorious now... more like a hazard to your sanity), and she was in a town about 45 mins. away from Dee's house, so it was a good halfway point. Anyway, we were going to stay at Dee's house that night because she had to leave in the morning and I had class.

... it pours

We didn't even get out of parking lot when I got a frantic call from Mom that Bridget was now stranded... Mom's car (the one my sister was driving) had broken down, about halfway to Dee's house. So Briget had to get the car towed to Dee's house. I still drove the van to Dee's house, except it was much later than originally planned.

The morning light showed that for Mom's car... the fat lady had sung, and there probably weren't gonna be any encores. Oil was everywhere; the engine shook convulsively, and belched black smoke from the tail pipe. There was no hope... so we thought. Dad came and tinkered around a bit and got it going, and we thought one problem was solved. Feeling optomistic, he went to the church and worked on my car.

My car actually needed a new heating coil (it had a leak), and he didn't have time to do that, so he re-routed the hose and it seemed to be as good as new. "Seemed" is the key word, here. The car drove just fine to Dee's apartment complex. Dad had to go to work, so I was supposed to pick Mom up and bring her to town so she could take her own car to work.

About 2 miles out of town, MY car broke down... again!!!! I called a tow truck, which took me back to Dee's house. I told Dee, "well, its good that Mom's car is working!!!" Right...

I tried to drive Mom's car to our house to pick her up and drop her off at work, and then take it to my class, but the car had other plans. It refused to speed up, and I had to put the hazard lights on, because people weren't bright enough to pass me. I had to call Mom and tell her what was going on. She was able to get a ride to work. I drove the car back to Dee's house. At this point, we had totally wasted a day, and realized we were starving. We decided to make macaroni and cheese (budget food), and realized we didn't have milk... or butter. And, we also realized, we were all very, very broke. It was very interesting macaroni and cheese, but we were hungry.

I managed to get a ride to class (Thanks to Rebecca's mom), and had to spend the night at Dee's again. My dad came this morning to work on my car, and got it jerry rigged to work for a while, at least. It's running. I still held my breath all the way to work today, though.

I suppose I could look at it this way. Our family alone could keep the car parts store in our little town in business for a looooong time. That's good. I'm glad someone will be smiling. At any rate, I guess I can put the old broom away.