Have you ever had one of those months in which joining a society of sworn to silence monks or a nunnery has ever appealed to you? That’s the way it’s been here.
At the end of last year our transmission started slipping in second gear. As a one vehicle family with limited funds this posed a great problem for us. We decided to hold off on repairs until we could get the cash together. A week after that, we developed a severe oil leak. When it rains, it pours.
Next was the issue of giving Dog World another once over to make it more appealing to the world. I got halfway through before receiving an email that Amazon was holding its annual Breakthrough Novel contest. Dog World was too large so Memoirs of the Walking Dead would have to do. I had 12 days to get it done and that didn’t seem to be an issue. “Didn’t seem to be an issue” and a confirmation of “not being an issue” is two different things.
It became an issue when things began to pop up, adding unwanted stress and aggrivation into the equation.
We’d gathered the funds to have the car problems addressed while re-proofing Memoirs proceeded along nicely. I was 60 pages along when the transmission shop called two days after dropping the car off to let me know that it would be ready by the end of their business day. I thought, “Great!” What wasn’t great was not getting the call and visiting the closed shop to find it still on the rack and in pieces. I was fit to kill.
Needless to say, the vehicle was in the shop for a week and that left us with trying to find transportation to Emily’s speech therapy. Emily has Phonological Dyslexia and her therapy is extremely important and 20 miles away. Family outings could be postponed but not therapy. Never therapy. What happened next was borrowing vehicles from family members that were worried more about you scratching the paint than Emily getting the help she needs. Welcome, stress! Where the hell have you been?
In that time, I was concerned about things that a lot of us take for granted if you own a vehicle. It added stress to Tabitha as well. Her stress amplified my stress and we had a huge stress circle. Ain’t life grand?
The added stress of relying on family for rides and loaners has affect everything from the quality of Emily’s at home therapy, to cooking dinner (who knew that beef stroganoff could start a war), to writing, to tweeting. I say again, ain’t life grand?
As I write this, I had our vehicle for 36 hours before driving it to our mechanic to get that oil leak repaired. It’s a little costly in the way of money we really don’t have, but it’s getting done. I miss having nothing more to worry about than writing, grocery shopping and taking Emily to therapy. Hopefully, keep your fingers crossed, that once we get the vehicle back we’ll have normalcy in our lives again.
Just thought I would post and let you, my loyal reader, know that I’m not dead and will continue to annoy the world and those around me.