JMJ93 *You can fit half the neighborhood into your vehicle when you go places. Seriously, it is nice to have extra space for additional friends to accompany us, or do a favor for another parent and transport one or more of their kids, on whatever adventure you are off to.
Ring the School Bell 93/180 days
I am struggling to make the time to journal these days, with the compaction of so many varied activities that I have willingly inflicted upon myself. Piano class consumed the morning, and art class followed, after I spent a little time cleaning up the yard.
Kind of odd, that I would take time to do this cleaning right now, you might think, but the fact that our house and yard will be swarming with Superbowl fans in a few days, kind of explains it all. McDonald’s was our choice for lunch, one of the few fast foods Sarah can have because of her multiple food allergies. This, after pledging to myself, that I would start planning healthier lunch choices. Convenience and speed won out today.
While Melissa and Sarah were at art class, I planned to go to Costco next door to place an order for photos of our yard, which are due tomorrow in order to collect the department of water and power rebate. I got behind the driver’s seat of my monstrous-sized GMC Safari van, a green van purchased during the mom’s minivan era, which has long since passed. While other moms have moved on to SUVs, my van with the sinking Titanic-like sounding creaks, and countless bruises remains to be a sentimental part of our family. And, may I add, an affordable option to our pocketbook.
The bottom line is, the old 1999 clunker stubbornly would not start. Of course, this was the day I had left the phone at home with Sabrina, since our home phone was out of commission. Luckily, being in a good state of mind, I walked over to Costco to buy a few items, came back, called AAA from the fine arts studio, and the apparent clogged-up fuel line was taken care of by the handy AAA fellow.
We wouldn’t have this van but for one blessing. My husband, the chiropractor, bartered with a car mechanic about a decade ago, and they have taken very good care of each other. My husband repaired and maintained the mechanic’s shoulder, and the mechanic maintained and repaired the van. Otherwise the repair bills would have forced us to buy a new car quite a while back!
Benefits of driving an old van
- Hey, we have wheels. Not everyone has a second car, and I recognize this blessing. I have several friends who have sacrificed owning a second car, in order to save money and be able to homeschool.
- You can fit half the neighborhood into your vehicle when you go places. Seriously, it is nice to have extra space for additional friends to accompany us, or do a favor for another parent and transport one or more of their kids, on whatever adventure you are off to.
- A new ding in the van is hardly, if at all noticeable, it is so pockmarked already, and with the varying shades of green paint, tainted by the sun and weather over the years, it looks quite “groovy”.
- You worry less about safety issues with your teenager driving, as most people know to get out of the way of the green bus approaching. The clanging and banging in the engine is also fair warning to approaching drivers and pedestrians.
- It is great for hiding in, when you are waiting for kids to get out of their activities. It serves as a “mini-lounge”. Ours has the added luxury of tinted windows that makes it even more of a “hideout”.
- Friends recognize your van a mile away, since your make and model is obsolete.
- It becomes a sentimental part of the family, part of your history, with all the road trips and fun adventures tied to its mileage.
- And the best for last, we have had no car payment for a very long time.
The truth is, in many ways, I will miss my old green van, when it is time to finally retire it to greener pastures!
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** Note to the Reader- Today’s narrative is an excerpt of our family’s school journey from a few years ago, during my eldest daughter’s senior year in high school, a rather emotional year, with its many ups and downs.
May God shower blessings on your family as he has on mine. Annette