Semi-truck

Will I ever get her back?

Have you ever thought of life as a test? There are times when I think it is. Not a written test, or a test I can study for. Just a test of life. 

In school, there are classes. Ones for cooking, for cleaning, for handling money, and for love relationships. The hardest ones are for trusting. It is like driving behind a semi-truck, can't see around them and you have to trust the driver to navigate the road ahead until you can pass them. 

For me, that is the most annoying time on the road. I can't see! Just got to trust, and that isn't easy for me. I'm doing better at learning how to trust, it is just that I don't like having some level of control. Behind a semi-truck I don't have any. 

Tuesday

Tweety is ready and my grandson is coming over to give me a ride to the dealer. I'm ready when the phone goes off. It is my DIL, telling me that my ride is at my front door. In my office, I can't hear the doorbell, especially when I'm playing some "Good Old Rock and Roll." 

He is such a good boy, we chit chat on the way down to the dealer, he tells me about the music he is playing, sharing his knowledge about who it is, and what it is. It is from his video games. He is so much like his dad. 

Get to the dealer, and the part that was ordered just arrived, and if I could wait, they would install it. Sure, why not. About an hour later, she is ready for me to take her home. Well, almost ready. No sooner do I head down the road, that she is pulling to the left. Turn around and take her back. 

Talking with the service writer, he said he forgot to tell me of that problem. It wasn't like that before she was brought in. Up on the alignment rack she went. A short time later, the news was given to me. A bent link on the rear axle. Will take day, maybe two to get the part and finish the job. 

Swell, there is now a semi-truck in front of me as my plans for my trip to Florida are coming under the clock. This is the time of trusting for me. I can't see around it, and so I must trust that my Driver wouldn't bring me this far and not follow through. 

Get home, call my insurance company to report the news. No problem, our team will give you a call in the next 48 hours and make an appointment to inspect the damage. No, no, no! I will be on the road before that all can happen. Made arrangements for the service department to take photos of the damage, and to go ahead and fix the car. 

Trust, trust in the work to be done in time, trust that the evidence will be sufficient to get re-reimburse for the repairs, and trust that the adventure will be without anymore drama. 

Driver assures me, not to worry. He knows the way, and it will be OK. So, here we are again, sunglasses on, motoring down the Road to a New Life, Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless. Arthur.