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Do Not Pass GO

I was so excited yesterday when we finally got a call from the air conditioner repairman and he said we were next on the list.  He had been working something like 16-hour days since Saturday when summer decided to hit here in Virginia.  We now have closed all of the windows (my sinuses are thankful for that) and have cold air flowing through the house veins once again.

Next item, we had to take my car into the shop Monday for some work on the breaks, tire rotation, oil change, and the little engine check light that lit up on Saturday.  It kind of freaked me out when I checked the car’s manual for what to do when that light comes on, and it said something like, “The car’s battery is discharging.  Go directly to your dealership to have it looked at.”  In other words, Do not pass GO.  Do not collect $200…  Well, I had a car-load of groceries and I didn’t think I needed to be taking them to the dealership.  So, after I got home, I turned the car off thinking that maybe it could be jump-started from my husband’s car or get a tow if that didn’t work.  I let it sit for the weekend in fear that I would get stranded at one of the kids’ games that are usually a 30-minute drive from home.  It started right up Monday morning, and I took it in to the mechanic.  He found that some oxygen sensor for the gas line was broken and replaced it.  Is that all?  $300 later, I was halfway home yesterday afternoon and that dang light came back on.  Back to the mechanic this morning…

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What Would You Do?

Today my husband came home for lunch and discovered that someone had hit one of our cars parked in front of our house, probably some time this morning.  There was no note, no one came to the door (I had been home all morning cleaning), nada.  He checked close by for some possible suspects, but I’m not sure if we’ll ever know who did it.

What would you do if you hit a parked car?  I hit a car once.  Just after we arrived in Guam a few years ago, a friend let us use his car while we waited on ours to arrive from the States.  His was lower to the ground and had a longer front end than I was used to, and when I went to park at a grocery store, I bumped the back right panel of an already banged up rental car.  Lucky for me, there wasn’t a scratch on my friend’s car, but there was a small dent and scratches on the rental.  The person renting the car was sitting in it, so I didn’t have to put a note on the windshield and wait for the inevitable.  I got the name of the rental company and worked it out with them pretty quickly.

Another time while I was waiting at a stop sign behind another car, the driver in front of me started to cross the intersection and decided halfway out that he couldn’t make it.  So he put his car in reverse and backed into the front of my car as I had already started to pull forward to the stop sign.  He then proceeded to put his car back in gear and went through the intersection when it was clear.  I immediately took off after him, honking at him for several blocks until he finally stopped again.  I confronted him and told him to sit still while I checked out my car.  Nothing had been hurt, but I had been quite surprised that he didn’t even feel a thing backing into me.

We were pretty upset about the hit and run today, but there wasn’t much we could do except call the police to get a report for the insurance company.  I don’t wish condemnation on the person who did this, but it sure would have been nice if he’d just ‘fessed up.

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Letting Go is Hard

I got a scare Monday morning when I got word that my 17-year old nephew was in a serious car accident.  He shattered his right ankle and may have other problems with his leg.  He lost control of his car Sunday night and swerved into on-coming traffic where the passenger side of the car got hit by an SUV.  I saw pictures of the demolished vehicle, and it was fortunate there was no passenger and that his side was not hit.  Someone would be dead otherwise.  He is going to have to go through a couple of surgeries, and it will be a while before he’ll walk on his leg.  Otherwise, thankfully, he is fine.  I got to talk to him about 12 hours after it happened while he occasionally cried out in pain for more morphine from his hospital bed. 

It hit so close to home.  He is 10 months older than my son, who has been driving on his own for less than a year.  His mother (my sister) was calmed down by the time I spoke with her that afternoon, but she told me that Sunday night she was hysterical.  I would imagine that I would have been close to the same.  She told me that maybe this would slow him down; he’s always on the go.  I can understand; all I’ve done is try to protect my kids.  If  I see that they may get hurt, physically or otherwise, I want to step in and help them or tell them “no” because I think they are making a wrong decision.  But there is a point where they have to learn on their own.  It sure can be hard letting go though.

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