Searching for ANY copy of Dicey's Song, the paperback or the hardcover, you come upon two paperback copies of The Runner, the paperback and hardcover of A Solitary Blue, and at least two copies of Breathing Lessons. (They're for gifts...she says, covering her red face...)
Anyways, there's a passage in Dicey's Song where Jeff (Dicey's eventually beau) offers Dicey and Sammy a ride home from Dicey's job at the grocery store. Sammy pouts, and Dicey says, "This boy is saving me a trip from carrying your hulking body on the back of my bike, you be nice now." (or something to that effect.)
Something like that happened to me today. I was offered something like gold (or its equivalent in my situation, an OPTION, something that might give me CHOICES and TIME) and when I shared this information with a dear one (not Max), the response was, well, lackluster. And I wanted to say, "This boy is saving me a trip from carrying my hulking body on the back of my bike, you be nice now." But I didn't.
Update on the car search: test-drove a Ford that had clunking noises in the drivers tire area and verah high mileage. Max and I will go looking at dealerships on Sunday.
Monday, NH Sally and I will comb a few months of bank statements to see where there's fat that we can turn into a car payment (so I don't have to eat PB&J for the next three to four years....). THEN I will go looking for a car loan. (No, I'm not buying a car Sunday, I just want to see what is out there.)
So things are looking up. And I wanted someone to celebrate. But that's the thing about people. You can't manufacture their responses for them.
So let's throw a party, you and me. Because I have OPTIONS and a community. And after all, a car is just a hunk of metal.
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all shall be well, no matter what. (Lady Julian of Norwich , "no matter what" added on by Madeleine L'Engle at her granddaugter's insistance.)
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