to do anything I want.I finished my class last night, pulling a 95/100 on my final two tests. I got an A in the class, though it has not been posted to my transcript, my overall grade has been posted online.
So, I almost felt lost with so much time on my hands. Though I am coming around the bend from a cold this week, I actually didn't mind tromping around the wrecking yard with my husband, twice, to get a replacement mirror for my truck. Any other time, I would have been frantic to be wasting my precious minutes doing such a thing.
Long story short, we are now officially down two cars in this family in the past month. One was my son's car, which after five years of running around in it during high school and in Bellingham for college, gave up. He is now car-less and was hoping for the little Ford that my oldest daughter has been driving for the past four years. She purchased a Honda three weeks ago all on her own, paying for it with the money she has been saving this past year, purchased her own insurance, but didn't have a clue how to drive a stick-shift.
The Ford died last night in Tacoma and had to be towed home. The Ford is now resting in peace and will be sold off to someone that needs it for parts.
The chain-of-events has now left the son without hopes of getting the Ford to drive and the daughter learning super fast how to drive a manual. They both seem to be okay with the current happenings.
In the end, time does take care of things, right?
Time...it's a fickle thing, either going to fast, to slow, never enough, or way to much...in the end, does it really matter?




