My younger son called this morning. Old Bessie, my '91 Buick LeSabre that he'd inherited a year or so ago, has died. Her water pump blew up and took another couple of things with it, he says. The Buick dealership there says she's not worth fixing. (Would they say that if she were their loved one, the way she is mine?) The cost of repair is $1000. That seems reasonable to me. Wasn't it just a few weeks ago that my husband spent about that on a new computer? People just don't have their priorities straight. Doesn't loyalty count for anything anymore?
Therapy was, as usual, painful this morning, especially because I had to get up at six a.m. to be there for my eight a.m. appointment. John had me doing some new things today that used a couple of machines that work the arms and shoulder.
I've decided to stay in town today so I can get blood work done for my upcoming doctors' appointments. Then I'll have to rush to Big Rapids tomorrow morning so I can arrive for my office hours and a faculty meeting. I'd rather be plugged into the television, watching the Inauguration coverage. Ain't gonna happen.
I'm sad. Bessie is worth saving. Why replace her with another used car that will have just as much wrong with it, if not more?
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