Yeesh! Sometimes, you just gotta laugh. Can't do anything else. Jon came home yesterday, my fourteen year-old baby has been with his Dad for about three weeks, and I have missed him terribly. Apparently, as soon as he walked in the house, he and his brother, Tim, started fighting. What's new. I wasn't home, I was at work. I was greeted when I got home with the tale of it all...... Ah, what's a mother to do.
Today, I wanted to take my oldest, who is visiting me just for a few hours before he goes home with his Dad, to Barnes and Noble, because he wants a new manga. I needed to stop at the bank and get some cash from the ATM, but the line was so long, I said heck, I'll wait, and thought I'd pop through a closed lane. Turns out, those lanes at that bank are pretty narrow, and I kinda scuffed that little pole that sticks up that keeps you from hitting the curb there. Not a big hit, but it broke my front end parts.
Now, don't expect much here, I don't know what I'm talking about. There's a hub at the end of the tie rod? That the tire hooks onto? And the transmission too? Well, that broke. And then it knocked out my rack and pinion steering, and the steering is leaking all over. I got the van towed to a shop, and they're fixing it, but it's gonna cost me a little over $1200. Yeesh. I know that's a lot of money, but, although it's worrying me a little, and I have to figure out how I'm gonna get to work the next couple of weeks, I have faith that God will take care of me. The money will be there, I'll get to work to make the money, and in a couple of weeks (or who knows, maybe less) I'll have my car back. Truth is, the man at the shop says the van will be fixed by the end of the day. Wish I could have the money that soon, but oh well. When I have paid him for the repairs, I can have my van back.
Now, in my opinion, I don't think I hit that pole hard enough to break the van. I think the thing was worn enough that that little hit broke it. I'm just glad it didn't break driving down the highway at 60-70 miles per hour. I was barely moving when I hit it. Frankly, I'm thanking God that nobody was hurt, and that this incident is really a case of 'all's well that ends well'. Not that it's really 'ends well', but nobody's hurt, and it'll all work out. Some things will be put off yet again, but oh well.................
Eventually, this big old black cloud hanging over me is gonna shrink, and we're gonna find ourselves a silver lining! Meantime, I'm just trusting God.
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You poor girl! I hope that cloud parts soon, and you got the sunshine coming in again. Till then, keep your chin up, the good news in you got work again, so dollars coming in.
Thank God for that anyway.
Oh gosh, I know all about seemingly little things turning into big things.
Many years ago I was driving up a small curved ramp area into a parking lot, wasn't going more than 15-20 mph at most. It had just rained a small amount, so I guess the road was slick, and I hit the curb and my tire followed the curb with enough force that it actually bent the frame!
Had I been going faster I would have gone up OVER the curb, but noooo ... That one cost me, and the worst part of it is that it happened after I was driving home from picking up my car at the shop from having other work done, to the tune of $600 or so.
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