Seems life has a different idea about where it intends on taking us….
My weekend started on Thursday afternoon, when I was SO DAMN BORED at work, that I took the rest of the day as well as Friday off unpaid. Work was depressing me, and I had another issue that was weighing on my mind (Not in a bad way, just a well… concerning way). I spent the afternoon trying to deal with them the only way I know how, by telling myself that everything will work out as it’s meant to and that things will just balance out after a minor rough patch.
Friday morning I slept in until about 10am, and proceeded to quickly pack up the car and head off to Radburne for the long awaited weekend away, and banner making. The drive was going well, apart from leaving later that expected and missing catching up with friends. Plans were adjusted and catching up to them was on the cards. The car was running reasonably well, however coming down the mountain into Lithgow, the oil light came on. This has happened every now and then since I have had the car, the oil light goes on, and off here there and every where. most of the time it just indicates that the oil is a little low and that I need to check it in the next 50Kms or so. So I planned to pull in at Lithgow and check the oil and water. Seems this time though, that the oil light was trying to tell me that it really was really low this time. As I got within 100Meters from a station to pull into, the engine stopped, I rolled it off the main road and down a side street. Tried to let it cool down slowly and put some more oil into it, but it was just too late, at 2pm it was pronounced dead. The engine had seized, and the estimate was a new engine, and a repair bill of about $4000. Not something I can get easily. So I’m now Car-less…
My weekend away was ruined…. There was no way for me to get out to Dubbo, short of hiring a car for the weekend, and that would have just been an expense that I couldn’t really afford. I spend the next 7 Hours getting to Wollongong for the next best thing… The Feast of the Four Winds. Adam and the Wulfcynn household really did a great job at keeping me for sinking into a deep depression about the whole thing. They are great friends, and I am thankful that they took me in and helped me through what could have been a very depressing weekend. A lot of my friend just didn’t seem that interested… Meh.
The Feast of the Four Winds was a lovely little affair. The food was great and the company greater. I enjoyed being there for part of the preparation of the feast, it helped me see what will be needed if I run Newcomers. Which is a bid I should be preparing this afternoon.
Big squishy *hugs*
You know where to find me if talking would help, or if you’d just like some company.
Sorry you’re having such a rough go… have I mentioned you should come to Canterbury Faire?
LOL… I think a $4000 repair bill might actually make that a little difficult this year…. Though you know… there’s always the chance I’ll win lotto before then, and in that case, yeah, sure I’ll come.
Lots of hugs from me too, sweetie. I am also carless at the moment, due to registration issues… I know how it feels to be without wheels. But you got lots of friends. Hugs to you.
Indeed.
Which is much more important than a silly car. 
Thanks hun. 
Huggs.