A case of the Mondays.. A new car from St. Jude before the thunder strikes again

The weekend was rough. Car problems. But today a new CHEVROLET SONIC is in my life, after too many problems were stacking up from the beast 2010 Jeep Patriot. It saw it days and got my family through a number of winters.. But as cars go, so does luck.
Not only were there transmission issues--big ones--but also wheel bearings.. ball joints .. brakes.. Oh, and a cracked windshield that mysteriously happened last night.
So .. a decision seemingly was made by Saint Jude, the patron saint of lost and hopeless cases, who I have been trying to contact now for about a week.

Maybe he came through, smashed my windshield, and gave me the sign to get rid of one beast for the new gray Sonic the hedgehog.

Can't wait to pick my son up at day care in a new car. And then tell him NO MORE ICE CREAM WITH SPRINKLES in his car seat.. The mess I found underneath his area in the Jeep probably cost me about $500 in trade in money..

Bad weeks.
Good weeks.
All weeks.
There are all weeks--fleeting sets of seven days that come and go as quick as rain on a summer afternoon.

Car problems and house issues, all of those things don't matter when you're on your death bed asking to see your family for the final time.

Perspective.
Of course when you're asking St. Jude for help, you don't maintain that affinity of perspective as much as when the storm begins to pass.

But another storm lurks. It always does.
You just need to reestablish your safety zone before the thunder strikes.

LIFE.

God sure is funny

If there is a God he has a perverse sense of what’s funny. But if you look at the glass half-full perhaps he’s always a few steps ahead of the game

A work related conference has forced me to have to travel for two nights to an undesirable location somewhere in Pennsylvania, I’ll keep that location private for the sake of embarrassing the city.

Last night my car had to go into the shop for a smell coming from the tires, it turned out to be all four brakes and rotors. The car was unsafe to drive.

So my wife and I had a chaotic moment of trying to work out things, and we came to a conclusion that I would take her car and she would work her schedule to get mine from the shop.

On my way to the undisclosed location for my conference, the low tire pressure light came on indicating a malfunction in my wife’s Jeep.

An hour later, a Fornea half-inch nail was taken from the tire, it was patched, and I was on my merry way to 60 hours of boredom.

I thought to myself, God is just like George Carlin. But then I remember the George Carlin didn’t believe in God, making my comparison incorrect.

But I thought to myself, for all the chaos and heartache vehicles cause, especially when you rely on them to get you somewhere that you’re mandated to go, it’s like God has a sick and twisted mentality and tries to mess with us. Or if you look at the glass half full concept, the car breaks down before you drive it to your location thus saving you much more misery and potentially dangerous suffering if something dramatic happened to the car while you try.

And that is the story of my morning glory.

73 years later, the Volkswagen Beetle looks like this.

WWAT? (What Would Adolf Think?)