In Control

Hello, Amanda.

I'm finally taking a little breather here and thought I'd stop to write before I get going on some other project before I finally collapse. (Funny how already I have more energy since I started exercising again.)

It's been a good day overall. After school I had my car serviced at a new (for me) garage that I'm happy with. There was an older gentleman in the waiting room, who pretty much doubled as my Dad, and who told me he was a regular, pleased customer. (I may have asked...I was looking for a little reassurance.) Like me he was sick of the up-sell at some of the franchise in-and-out places. Anyway, this place does oil changes but is also a full service garage, which works out well since I need to have my water pump replaced. Arg!!! My car has been loud (W mentioned it last time) and I didn't pay much attention/decided (stupidly) to ignore it. In fact, I attributed to the cold weather. Yeah, right. Well, I left with an estimate and the agreement of The Guy Who Doubled As My Dad that it needs to be done and is a legitimate issue.

So, I called my real Dad when I got home to tell him the story, who also was in agreement about the diagnosis and the need to have it fixed, and to see if he could pick me up after I drop the car off next week. We agreed that Tuesday worked for both of us, so I called Bobby at the garage and scheduled the appointment. Okay, it totally sucks that I have to drop 300 bucks next week before heading to Boston but the bright side: I have the money to do it, I won't get stuck on the Pike, and I think I may have found a garage I trust. I've been fortunate not to have car issues (even with my old car) but even getting my car serviced was a nightmare: how long the wait would be was always a crap shoot, and I'd get sick wondering what they'd try to sell me and whether or not it would be legitimate. But Bobby (see, we're already on a first name basis) I trust, and I can make appointments as I did today. Look at me, all grown up, with a garage. lol

I did my exercise DVD when I got home and have been doing little projects ever since all in an effort to feel in control of things--my space, my finances, my time. It's just a different kind of nesting I guess.

Hope you're doing well. Looking forward to updates from your end.

Love,
Barb