Last Saturday we took a trip into the city to look at a vehicle for my youngest, a very pretty ’97 Toyota RAV4. By the time she and our family friend/financial guru/fossil expert were finished giving it the twice-over, they’d reached a deal with the guy who presented himself as the owner, signed a purchase agreement, and left a deposit to hold it.

Sunday was the family thing at my mom’s, so there was a flurry of activity here for basically 24 hours prior, getting the ham and baked beans prepped and cooked so it would be cooled for a cold-plate Easter dinner. For those new here, yes, our family still does Easter and Christmas, because mom. If you knew her, you’d understand.

To everyone’s credit, it was a lot less stressful and slightly more fun than usual, although she really picked on Rhia this visit. I think probably because she’d chosen to announce she’s moving out of our place, and in with her dad in town. For Rhia, this is a good thing – a big step forward – and she’ll be able to acclimate to having more people around. School is on hold for another year, so she’s going to look for part time work there in the meantime. She’ll stay with us during her job in the honey house. Mother of course, hates the idea of her living there. If this was him five years ago, I’d have issues, too. But it’s not, this is him now.

Monday, it was a trip to the bank with the serial number and to finish applying for the car loan, and then Tuesday, it was back to the bank (in town, rather than here) to sign the papers and have the cash transferred to Care’s account. That night, we were back on the road, heading into the city to pick it up.

Only once have I seen her that happy; when she got the job with Steppler Honey. Well, okay, more than once. Every time her boss talks about the future of the biz and she’s involved in it, she gets giddy. Seriously bouncy-hyperventilation-giddy.

I have to say she was slightly more composed during the RAV business, cuz there was less hyperventilation. I think.

Compound all of that activity with a handful of tension headaches bordering on migraine and weather-induced arthritis, I ended up in bed with my good friend Mersyndol for almost 36 hours. Well, not bed. Close though.

I’ve got pretty much nothing done for days now, and I’ve got to get back on track. No one bug me this weekend, I’ll be eyeball deep in edits, submissions and writing.

’til next week, when I’m back on schedule I hope…
<3 JL