March 6, 2015

Has it really only been twenty-four hours since my last post?  It seems so long ago….  This morning, I let the kids sleep a little later, since Maggie couldn’t take a shower (again) – the landlord would be coming by with a plumber at 11 to check out the water heater.  I struggled to get out of bed, but was grateful it was Friday.  I can do this one.more.time (until Monday - then I have to do it 5.more.times).  That boy of mine whipped up another huge omelet with all the fixins to share with his sister as I have been able to make only1, maybe 2 great (as in not fallen apart) omelets in my life.  My flipping skills are lacking.

School/work was long.  I was dying.  I knew something was going to happen today.  I could feel it.  I kept checking my phone for messages or emails.  Nothing.  After work, I went to pick Maggie up at her friend’s house in Cameron Park and saw the nicest house!  It is a work in progress, built by a couple through the births of children and the happenings of life.  Such an incredible property.  It reminded me of the dreams L and I had for our (now his) piece of property.  Still, all goes as it should.  It was also wonderful speaking with someone who knows exactly what I meant as I shared about my past.  Just as I was leaving, I received a text from my landlord saying the water heater would to be replaced tomorrow.  Would we be home?  Ummmm….  No.

 

 I had a 5 o’clock appointment with my client, so Maggie and I raced home. I grabbed my files, books, and off to the site!  I made it with half an hour to go, which would allow me to look through the priority mail envelope which contained the title, owner’s manual, and campmobile booklet which explains the parts of the bus.  I walked in the door, found my room, and!  The client had called to cancel.  Again.  This is number 3.  We need to have a talk about cancellations.  But I was fine, I looked through the booklet and headed home to a girl who wanted to go out for pizza with mom downtown. Once I got home, I couldn’t keep the secret anymore. I HAD to tell Maggie, and she was thrilled!  Oh, it felt so good to tell her, so we could both know together.  

We walked downtown…I saw and spoke with Marina, who hadn’t seen Maggie since my BNI days when I had a business and Maggie was an infant in her car carrier.  Mags and I talked, walked around.  Reserved a table and headed to The Bookery, where I am known.  We found the books Ethan is in love with and bought some of them.  I also bought Maggie “Wicked.”  I love books.  We were seated in the restaurant when my world started to explode. I got a call from Florida – probably just another call regarding transporting my bus, do then I listened…and it was the company!  THEY HAD SOMEONE DOWN THERE WHO COULD PICK IT UP IN AN HOUR!!!!!!  He called me back two more times to set everything up.  Then the truck driver himself called (with a Sac area code).  The problem was we couldn't get in touch with Joe, the seller.  I called, left a message, the trucker had called, I emailed.  Nothing.  The truck driver said he would eat dinner and to call as soon as I heard, because he wanted to load up in an hour.  Mags and I finished (once again I made the mistake of too much bread and then a margarita pizza), taking leftovers home, then we walked towards home.  We decided to walk home with the books and pizza, then drive down for the froyo Mags wanted, yet my heart was bursting with anxiety.  So close…but where was Joe.  I had explained to the truck driver that I didn’t know his schedule…that I had purchased the car from him, but I was trying.  The stars were magnificent.  I thought of a camp weekend last Memorial Day weekend with Jess and Rick as I listened to Maggie’s words about not worrying, that we would get the bus when it was time, and suddenly, I was ok.  Just then , I got an email from Joe who had just spoken with the truck driver.  Brain.Exploding.

Grabbed money, drove to the froyo shop and as Maggie went in, I phoned the truck driver.  We spoke about the car and I explained that I worked and had class Monday night.  This was bad.  Yet we kept talking, as I shared that this was my dream car, as silly as that sounded, he replied his was the VW truck, that he understood.  He kept calling me ma’am (which I love), and he worked with me.  He said he could drive the car up (he had friends who lived in Placerville, or…I suggested I drive down to Sac, and he said that would cut time for me getting me dream car, that I could get it as early as tomorrow night or Sunday morning. Oh.My.Gawd.  It is happening, and I am suddenly so exhausted.  What a day!  So long ago, things almost ended (27 years ago I had my accident and today a dream comes true).  This day has been an emotional wreck for me as this sweet little fuel injected VW bus makes her way home.  And I know what her name is.  <3 

Pictures: Eating omelets on a Friday morning; Tennis, anyone?; The blossoms are magnificent this winter; Dinner with Mags.

By the way, I bought the VW from this gentleman.  He sells all sorts of VWs and other classic cars. http://joeandreuclassiccars.com