I really liked this car. It was fun to drive up the swervy driveway of our elementary school... it made me feel wild and brave and coordinated, it handled so well. Well, I don't have any kids in elementary school anymore, anyway.
We drove this car to Boston a couple of times.
It was a good car. It looked so sad, sitting at the dealer, stripped of its plates, the day we drove away.
It had a V6 engine. We traded for a 4 cylinder. I hope we get good mileage.
Here is the new car. As far as I'm concerned, the jury is still out on this one.
It has heated seats. That is a plus.
Forgive me for not being more excited. I had a really crummy week; lots of headaches, lots of issues at school with teachers, lots of dropped balls, lots of people frustrated with me but too polite to actually confront me on what a bad job I was doing at life. It is now 10:37 on Saturday night. The week is very nearly over. I will go to bed and hope for a better day tomorrow and a better week to come.
Jesus loves me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so.
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Oh Ruth, you are so hard on yourself. I know because I used to be so hard on myself. BUT I am trying to be merciful to myself because I notice that when I am, the mercy often flows out to others also (especially my husband and children).
Ijust showed my husband this photo, and then the snow one...
He said 'tell her we will swap homes!'
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