The Volvo is no more. Wednesday afternoon, the monster car decided to be very sick. Check engine light was back on, and the engine started skipping. I dropped it off Thursday night at my favorite place, and Friday, Addie called and told me she was very sorry. The amount of work that needed to be done to make the car safe was more than the car was worth, and she couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't need to do more (plus she was afraid for me to drive it to take it some where to trade it). [And now I don't trust the car to take me to OVU and back safely.] They were able to get it running enough for me to drive it to the Honda place to trade.
So, I am now the new Mom to a little black Honda Civic 2 door (Coupe?) with a stick shift. It has the new car smell. My cheap soul wouldn't upgrade to the Accord for leather and heated seats., but I did get power windows and the beepy thing that opens the doors. [Again, I miss the monster car.] This is the 3rd new car I have had in my life and the first one in this decade. It is a large step up from the 72 Ford Pinto that I drove in High School/College. But most importantly, it will get me where I need to go safely and reliably when I run up and down the roads, or into the office in the middle of the night. [I am still trying to talk myself into this car. I really loved the monster car and had hoped to drive it another few years. It was the perfect car when Mom was sick. I had room for everything and it ran the roads without a problem. It was the super Mom tank monster car.] My ultimate replacement car would have been a convertible C70, but I just can't swing a C70 and OVU and sleep at night.
This has been a really stressful week. Zach at school this week, the entire power issue at work, the monster car giving up the ghost, and another little piece of me ended up in a jar at some lab.
Monday, I got a call from the Dr's office that one of the biopsy's from a couple of weeks ago wasn't great, and I needed to come back in to have the area removed to a clear margin. I am sitting here this morning trying to remember the last time I had stitches. Everything is fine, but this was just more stress on an already stressful week. [On a side note, I can't move heavy stuff until this heals. I am certain that includes any type of cleaning.]
I am in and out of the office this weekend trying to get caught up and seeing if I can put a dent in the house.
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Hurley had that surgery thing on a bad biopsy area on the side of his face. He looked kinda tough with his scar, but now you can hardly see it.
Marcy Smith had one right smack on her face a year ago and it is invisible.
And all the results came out fine!!!
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