It has been a trying week.
Our car has been showing its age for a while. The symphony of squeaks, rattles, strange coughs and groans has been building, and last weekend it reached a point where we couldn’t ignore it. The power steering was starting to go. There’s a limit to how much good money a sensible person will throw after bad. It was time for a New (Old) Car.
We wanted a manual (stick shift) ute (pickup) with a good sized engine for caravan towing. The initial search was a bit depressing, but we found what we thought was a good deal. It was weatherbeaten and fairly basic, but would do the job. That was until the pre-purchase inspection (we’re not complete idiots). Algae in the brake fluid. Chicken feathers in the air filter. Ooze from every gasket. Blow-by (not good, Google it if you just have to know – I know what it is, but the explanation is long), and various other potentially terminal issues. I have a two page report and photos… The owner had given the engine a good going over with a power washer to hide as much of the evidence as possible, but he hadn’t changed out or topped up any of the fluids or checked the air filter.
We passed on that one, bit the bullet, scraped finance together and paid a good bit more for a Mitsubishi Triton dual-cab, a decent vehicle which should last us a long time. They took our old car as a trade in, so we have one less thing to worry about. It was stressful, but it’s done.
The sewing room is preying on my mind too. I can’t seem to get anything finished. My sewing table is totally covered with Too Much Stuff. A friend recently had a TIA and her medication is causing her to lose weight rapidly. She asked if I could take in a couple of dresses she’d only just bought which were now hanging on her. I have the backing of my Days Gone By quilt almost done. I need to make a few more Floribunda blocks and another Parterre block. I have the whole Anemone project to hand quilt. I have work pants to mend for the Husband. You get the picture…
So of course, rather than actually do any of this work, we decided to load Mr Mouse into the back of the new car and take him to the beach. We had a yummy lunch (chilli and coriander fishcakes with salad), and then took Mouse out onto the sand and let him off the leash. He loves to run on the beach, and it’s the only place we let him loose apart from fenced dog parks. He – and we – had the entire vast empty beach to ourselves, and many zoomies and figure-8 circuits were completed before he was finally exhausted. A quick hose down at the beach shower, and then home for a large snooze (for him, I did housework!).
It was a good day. A relief from the stress of the previous week, a chance to let Mouse do something he enjoys so much, and a bit of fun for us, putting the new vehicle through its paces. I hadn’t realised how anxious I’d been about the car until the anxiety went away.
All better now.