Well, I thought my car died a couple days ago. The clutch had ceased to function. I coasted off the exit ramp, down the hill (thankfully downhill) and into the Burlington Mall blew through the stop sign with my flashers on and into a parking space at the very back of the lot. I was meeting Daniel and Greg at the Mall, so I left with them to check out the possibility of a new car. It was the President’s Day weekend sale and we went to Greg’s Honda dealership to see what they had. After a lot of hanging around, I determined that I was in no situation to buy a bar (duh) and proceeded to be VERY depressed. Daniel and I cleaned Ruby out (in the event the mall noticed she was there overnight and towed her), and headed back to his place. He put me to bed early. I got up in the morning and suggested that we go back and check on the clutch fluid in case that was the cause of the problem. I had wanted to do this before, but had been prevented from doing so by the fact that my hood release was broken. I got some pliers, popped the hood and, sure enough, the tank was empty. A small application of fluid, a few pumps of the clutch to prime it, and I managed to drive Ruby back to Daniel’s through the blizzard (oh so much fun on bald tires), but hey! I have a functioning car. Way to go Ruby! I’ll keep an eye on the fluid level and with any luck, she’ll last me the extra year I was hoping for. Woo hoo!
So I logged on Sunday to do this update and got overwhelmed. Chuck’s dad died on Saturday. He was a really cool guy and he seemed mostly healthy. I was too overwhelmed with my own stuff to respond to Chuck’s email, and I’m still processing this man’s passing. I grieve for him and his family.
* This is part of an ongoing series of posts detailing what happened on a spiritual pilgrimage that I took in 2002. To start from the beginning, go to July 2, 2013. To see the entire spiritual journey as it gets published, click on the category “You Want Me To Do WHAT?!!?” to see all of the posts.