March 1, 2002 Please brace yourselves. I'm sorry to inform you that Foofoo the Subaru is dead. Foofoo blew a head gasket and numerous other engine parts on Sunday. It'd been using some oil, which I'd attributed to its advancing years, but apparently it was its good-fer-nuffin used engine from Japan. I know I should not speak ill of the dead, but the damned thing died in the middle of nowhere land, just south of Bodunk. I thanked all kinds of deities for the cell phone we bought at Christmas time. It was still a two hour wait with Genny, though. I took her out of the car and let her play in the dirt on the side of the road. A gust of wind blew the fact that I'd neglected to bring a diaper and wipes with me, right under my nose. Monday, I started checking out 4x4 vehicles we could afford that would comfortably seat my exceedingly tall husband. Regretfully, it did not appear that the Saturn Vue would accommodate our needs (that is: *leg room*). Please prepare yourselves to meet Levy Hacker the Chevy Tracker. It's an uptight white guy name for an uptight white guy car.
Yes, I realize it's an SUV. I have sold my soul to the devil and will be now making a monthly payment to him at 5.9% interest. I've never had a new car. It's so bright and shiny. It's so MINE. Mike is letting me be selfish and lay claim to it, and I'll give it up in a month or so. (Right now, it's kind of like "Bruno" our bisexual lovetoy -- he's the phantom lover who relieves the sexual tensions for either Mike or I when we are falling asleep rather than knocking boots. (See inside joke.) When I get bored with the newness thing, Mike can play with it. He's driven it a few times, but when he tried to unload the Saturn on me, I took issue. I believe my words were along the lines of:"I am not taking that nasty filthy car unless you clean it out. I cleaned it once and I'm not doing it again. Especially since you keep leaving Genny's bottles of milk in the car and they leak into little pools and are the source of the lovely stink of sour milk in THAT car. If you scrub it from stem to stern, I will drive the Saturn. Otherwise, you can enjoy the stank of the Saturn." The weekend's coming, so we'll see how clean things get. Other than that, I've got bronchitis. I'm taking prednisone, so therefore, I'm on insulin. (I breathe, so therefore I sugar up.) I'll be off it in a week or so. I'm just glad I'm ahead a little on my Idita-walk hours. I am waiting for the 'roids to kick in and then I'll walk a little later today for a half hour. Depending on how I feel tomorrow, I'll be walking a little longer, if I can swing it without coughing up a lung. | |||
