So, this morning I took my car into the shop again, for the second time in 7 days. I spent $1800 last week. Getting the body work done at the dealership would have cost me that much again. They recommended another place; they quoted me about $400. Last time I checked, that amount is less than $1800.
There's a big crack in the bumper cover, or whatever you call the thing. It is easily the cheapest feeling part of the car. Cardboard would be more sturdy. But in order for the car to pass inspection, I must get this fixed or replaced. I just love it when the world grabs me by a particular part of my anatomy and squeezes and won't let go. I wonder if marriage is like this?
The good news is that, when I finally get my car back, it should last for years. It already rides like a dream. Not a nightmare. A dream. Like floating on a cloud.
I miss not having a car, even when it is just for a short period of time. I am not sure if I could ever go back to not having something to drive. I have had a vehicle to toot around in ever since I was 16. I want to keep driving until I'm blind and toothless and incontinent. At least another 2 weeks.
Getting late, and tomorrow promises to be a crazy day for me.
See you then.