Karen had a birthday on Saturday, and we had two parties. The first was at home on her birthday, when we presented her with a new easel. It sounds like we’re pushing her into doing more work, but she wanted one. Honestly. We were going to go out on that night, but Thomas had to work. We did go out on Tuesday, since we could all make it.
Karen’s birthday wasn’t an entirely happy occasion, though. One of the lovely birthday gifts that the State of New Hampshire gives every car owner is the need to have her car inspected. It’s supposed to be a safety inspection, but there are a lot of things on the list that don’t seem safety related. At any rate, Karen’s car didn’t pass, and it would have taken more money to fix than an 11-year old car with 212,000 miles on the odometer could possibly be worth. So, on Sunday, the last day that she could legally drive the car, we took it to the mechanic, who bought it from her for parts.
Karen was very sad to see it go. It’s the car her Mom gave her after Danny was born so that she could safely drive to the hospital to see him. But nothing lasts forever. It may be awhile before we get another car; meanwhile, we’ll have to limp along with the one, and occasional help from Tom when his schedule permits.
It’s not the first time we’ve had to do it, though, so we’ll manage just fine.
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