Jan 28
The ongoing shitfest
The good: Dad’s home from the hospital and doing pretty good, especially considering he’s sans about 10 inches of left leg. It’s going to take him a while to acclimate but the rehab people keep saying he’s a perfect candidate for a prosthesis, and that they really want to fit him for one in a month or so when his leg finally heal. Now there’s only two hurdles: 1, getting him to use it and 2, getting Medicare to foot the bill so he can actually get one. Gaaaaaah.
And now the bad news. Because, as we know, life is just a giant puddle of shit and we’re the tadpoles.
My car is acting flaky. I think it’s just a weak battery, since the battery in that car is older than me, but with my luck it’ll be something much more serious. Any rate, it’s at the mechanic’s and hopefully I’ll know sometime tomorrow what’s going on with it.
Also, Dad’s car is dead. I had borrowed it since my car was acting odd. I took it out to run a few errands, and about half a block away from home it just quit and so far hasn’t shown any signs of coming back.
Dammit, I want a car that I can fix with a timing light and a Leatherman Wave. I think I’m going to just start driving Grandpa’s old truck everywhere. That I can learn to fix.
Basically, we’re becoming the redneck family. Between myself, my parents and what we’re storing for family members, we have 5 cars. Right at the moment none of them work right. If my car’s problem is something as simple as a battery, then we’ll have one car that would be suitable for long distance travel. I still don’t know why my parents don’t get rid of all these junkers, maybe if they sold off all their crap cars they could afford to buy one that actually works consistently.