Could this be it, please?

[flea]

Two and a half weeks ago, Casper broke her thumb.

Last weekend, a pipe burst in our bathroom ceiling.

Today we set out to deal with the bathroom - hit Lowe's at 8:30 am, kids in tow. We bought a shop vac, pipes, and stuff, and headed home.

Dillo and I had fun watching mr. flea cut chunks out of the bathroom ceiling. Mold was already beginning on the wet drywall, so it was a good thing. (The homeowners insurance people are coming Tuesday morning, and they said to go ahead and open up the ceiling.)

We took a break at 11:45 so I could get a ride into an event at work. The car, on startup, made a horrible sort of valve-ish noise, and would not start. mr. flea thinks the engine may just have up and died (for no particular reason - the car is 10 years old, and it's a Ford, so we weren't expecting it to run forever, but I hardly expected the engine to go!)

The tow, which we called at 12:45, didn't come until 2:30. Since the dealer (to which the car was being towed) closed at 2:00, mr. flea couldn't ride along and pick up a rental car. We've looked at other options but I think he's going to call their courtesy shuttle on Monday morning and run out there then to get a rental (it's cheap, and they have a courtesy van!)

We're pretty resigned to the idea that this means a new car. (A 2000 Ford Focus is worth almost nothing; certainly not the price of a new engine!) Yes, we wanted to get a roof, but maybe we'll get a car instead.

None of these are huge, catastrophic catastrophes. But I'm getting a little tired of lurching from one crisis to another, and would like a little break. Please?

Comments

[mearagrrl.livejournal.com]

Good grief indeed! I'll cross my fingers for you that perhaps it's not the engine.