Also, I feel like I have spent most of the night shopping for shoes. Boxes and boxes of shoes. Searching and searching for brown ones. All were wrong. Nothing fit. Nothing was right.
What does this all mean? I need a life! I mean, I have had fabulous dreams of flying and being shown cities. Or being with my dad. Or of William as a little kid. Shoes?!?
Yesterday at the spur of the moment, I had to drive the new car over the hill to the mechanic where Michael met me to arrange to have the timing belt changed. I guess while they have to pull the whole front end of the engine, they are also replacing the water pump, hoses, tensioners for the belt and other stuff. We should get it back before the weekend. This all happened after I had already been over the hill to rehab and a huge Target run. Made it home for a bit of lunch then had to take off to meet Michael. It was only 12:30.
Michael's mom and brother Matt are driving from Las Vegas to spend Thanksgiving at his sister Anna's house in Riverside County (LA area) along with the twin and his lovely wife. We thought we would send a package full of goodies.
I must say that it was so nice to pick up all these goodies together. It felt like we were playing hooky. No one was on the road. No tourists. It was a relaxing ride though we missed the new convertible. It, too was playing hooky. We hope it comes home soon.
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