Today, Certain Man’s pickup went to the shop. Something in the catalytic converter blew back and messed up something in the muffler. I don’t understand it exactly. It was supposed to be fixed by tonight. It isn’t done. “Tomorrow” says the repairman. There was more wrong than anticipated.
Certain Man took Certain Man’s Wife’s beloved mini-van to work. Coming home, the transmission blew. (I’ve been a little concerned about that, to be honest with you!) Certain Man is sitting at Laws Mennonite Church where it conveniently coasted, waiting for the tow truck. His usual optimism faileth him.
Certain Man’s Wife is feeling quite remorseful. About six weeks ago, she talked him into fixing the air conditioning on the van instead of trading it in. Alas, it is another case where it appears that CM really did know best.
But now, since there is so much money in the air conditioning, Certain Man is saying that we will have to fix the transmission. “We can’t afford to throw a thousand dollars down the drain!” he explains patiently. “We need to drive this van another year and half to recoup our investment!
Sometimes life just comes to fast. I am especially thinking about the fact that Certain Man’s pickup really needs replaced and that it does not even have air conditioning. He drives it cheerfully and enthusiastically. It meets his needs, he says, and he sees no need to get a new (read, “Different!”) one. Youngest Daughter loves to drive it, though she and her sisters have affectionately named it “Stinky,” and have good cause to have chosen that name.
It will be interesting, indeed, to see how all the people get to work tomorrow from Shady Acres!