Today was an interesting day…..when things happen in my life, they happen fast…like light speed fast. The girl is dog sitting this weekend which includes use of a washer and dryer so that is where I was when I got the call. The optician called me talking thirty miles a minute….holy cow can she talk fast. She thinks she found me a car and gave me the details and the guys number. I went home and grabbed the boy because it’s a manly thing, right? Not that I expected him to help, maybe just to learn. We ran out to meet the guy and see the car….. all of this took place in a two hour window.
I am now going to give you a perfect example of divine intervention in my life. The optician’s husband was tearing down a wall and had been working hard all day. She ran to the grocery store to get supplies to make him lunch. She took the back way because of the Saturday traffic and as she was driving down the street a little old man was backing a car out of the garage with a for sale sign in the window. She stops to talk to him and begs him to not sell the car in the next ten minutes and calls me. Divine intervention…..Luck of the Irish….it doesn’t matter what label I give it, I am just happy it happened.
My cousin who usually helps me out with this kind of stuff is out of town. Luckily KB offered up her dad for the mission.
I was ready to make a deal immediately but the optician being the sound of reason insisted that someone who knows something about cars should look at it. KB’s dad showed up, bless his heart in a Chevy jacket. He made a few comments about foreign cars and asked the tough questions that I would never ask. The man selling the car was a sweet little old man and yes….I am way too trusting. The car passed KB’s dads test and then he started to try and negotiate the price. I did stop him and thank him for the thought but the car is reasonably priced and I didn’t want to upset this little man…I wanted this car.
I gave him a deposit and Monday we will finish the purchase. This car is such a good deal! One owner and he’s a snowbird, almost all of the miles are highway, there isn’t a rust spot bigger than a speck, new tires, new breaks, new battery, remote start, and it’s $1,500 cheaper than the amount of the loan I was approved for. It couldn’t be more perfect!!
I never thought I would be able to get another Accord in my price range and this one exceeded all of my expectations.
Somehow the conversation between sweet little Greek guy and the optician led to the question “where do you go to church?” Turns out he belongs to a church downtown, the one that my wine steward friend and I went to for a festival last year. Ever since then I have wanted to learn how to make stuffed grape leaves. I mentioned this to him and he mentioned it to his wife and somehow I ended up volunteering to help roll grape leaves for the festival. Hopefully it’s not during the week when I am working. If I am going to learn how to make them then I might as well learn from the best.
The girl is having quite the adventure this time while watching the dogs. She forgot to bring her brush and didn’t want to overly snoop for one so she used her Disney movie watching skills and improvised. Ever hear of a dinglehopper?
With all of her hair….I can’t even imagine it. Today when I was changing a load of laundry the middle child….I mean dog was laying in the hallway chewing on something. I reached down to grab it and see what it was and it was a pair of the girl’s underwear….her favorite pair. Was….her favorite pair. She was not a happy camper. I told her it wasn’t a big deal, Victoria’s Secret should be having a panty sale soon and I will buy her some more. It’s easily replaced…but I get it.
She is slowly but surely learning to cook in her own way. If she keeps this up, I might just have to buy her a wok. Right now we are improvising with a giant stainless steel bowl.
I hope everyone had a safe St Patrick’s Day. I spent mine on a couch with the girl and three dogs watching Toy Story and Toy Story 2. The older I get…the less I want to be out there in a crowd…..Zia