A relatively mind-bending sort of day. The kind that leaves you craving quiet and plain old normal things. We've been in the midst of a situation with my husband wanting to buy a Suburban from a neighbor down the street. It was in their backyard, full of stuff, but in relatively good condition. I mean, who can argue with a pretty new engine, transmission and tires in a '89 Chevy Suburban? The cracked up windshield will get changed, the odd fender will get painted, and the windows that don't lower will get fixed. By us, but still, they'll get repaired.It's in our driveway now, as I type, and the deal was done this afternoon. Husband is in a dither, wishing he could drive it already, but honestly, if he did now with that windshield, the cops would be fast upon him. One frustration for us all the time (well, except for when I got my used '94 Suburban, which seemed drop down from Heaven...honest) is that we always have to repair things. In our married life, we've had one new car. It sure was fun, but I do enjoy not having a note. That's one thing we've tried to hammer in our kids' heads as well. If they want to drive, they have to pay for their own insurance, and if they want a car/truck, then they have to buy it. Also, we stress NO CAR NOTES. Might not have the snazziest ride in town, but it being paid for sure will put a spring in a person's step.
But I digress. New stuff, even when it's old is fun. :)
Oldest daughter bought husband's present pick-up, and seems everyone is happy. Tired, but happy. Me? I'm gonna clean some more tomorrow! Best way on earth for a person to deal with stress.
(photo looking toward the dining room...quiet in the midst of busyness! And funny, it's not the first picture I've taken from this viewpoint...both showed the rocker full of clean laundry.)
