If I had known that recieving news that a dear friend and teacher would succumb would be the half of it, I would have said that you were nuts. But that's exactly what yesterday was for us. I, for one, am feeling like someone had been hitting me with a plank. I just want to lay down. We, however have obligations.
Yesterday, one important thing happened and went pear-shaped. The Subaru GL, our sturdy trooper, needed both front half-axles replaced. Bad. Both CV joints were shot and had been for quite some time.
We had the half-axles. We had a friend who knew enough about cars (and Subes in particular) to replace them, meaning that for feeding him pizza and beer, we could have the work done for just the cost of the parts. Sweet. He had just the one day to do it.
It happened ... halfway. And not the good half. While his skills are not in doubt, certain factors of the job turned out to be unexpectedly outside of our collective ken. And it developed as such after the time when we could turn back. The Rubicon had been crossed.
So it was, before I went into work last night, I sat, chewing on pizza, unable to eat more than a slice and a half (and with my appetite for pizza, this is remarkable). I had to force the last of merely two pieces in, and I was feeling as though I were about to throw up.
A dear friend is gone.
For the moment, our workhorse is lamed up and will have to be towed in for repair without the front wheels attached.
We have to get down to McMinnville to pay back taxes to avoid having a piece of property foreclosed on for taxes.
I still can't find a job in design.
I feel a wreck right now.
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