I am having a hard time this morning. We are two weeks away from heading to the lake and leaving behind the Winter of Bad Things.
But the hits keep coming. Not medically, thank God, but to our shock our beloved Toyota Highlander didn’t pass its state inspection yesterday.
Our beautiful, reliable, beloved Highlander has rusted out from underneath and I am very, very sad. There is nothing else wrong with it.
Damn Toyota and their rust issues! Years ago I lost my wonderful truck to rust and Toyota’s buy-back program. That was awful. We’ve managed just fine with one car pretty much ever since, even though most people think it’s a bit odd.
We loved traveling in that Highlander.
Is there anything better than a road trip?
There is another Highlander at the lake. It should be safe from New England rust there, we hope.
When we return to Rhode Island in the fall, we’ll rent a car and start shopping.
So… we limp to the Finish Line (aka The Lake) without a car for the next fourteen days. Daughter Nancy will be getting us through the last appointments, trips to the Post Office and anything else that needs to be done before we escape to the mountains, before I sit on the dock with a tequila cocktail and watch the fish jump.
It’s all very stressful. And I am at the point where cutting up fabric and watching endless episodes of TIME TEAM won’t help. I’m ready to go to bed with a bag or two of Milano cookies and a box of tissues.