What a relief. It was delightful having the unluckiest truck in Colorado gifted to a friend out of state, who can fill it with much better juju. As of today, it has been replaced by an upgrade. Not brand new, of course, but born in this century, kept in pristine condition, same vintage and color as my sweet little Focus that I loved. It's still an F150 like the janky truck, but as the Mr observed, at least with this one you can see out the back window. Compared to what we had, this is luxury. Still gonna do things like fill the bed with things like compost, mulch, or a paraplegic dog, and drive it up to the mountains sometimes. But finally we may have a vehicle that can take grandkids up to the cabin for the first time. None of the others were roomy enough or safe enough. I'm looking forward to getting to ride in it the first time. By the time it arrived here late this afternoon, schedules wouldn't allow a joy ride. Maybe tomorrow.
Normally it's late in July when I start whining about time creeping by too slowly. We haven't even made it out of June and I'm miserable. Too hot to go out in the garden already, too hot to be comfortable inside the house. I swear time has started moving backwards. Every second is an eternity, and I keep checking my phone compulsively hoping for something to keep my mind off of the heat.
Maybe I'll take up chainsaw ice sculpture this year.
No comments:
Post a Comment