My DIL's kindly-loaned car is now safely garaged again in case of meth-fueled vandalism (when Tyler learns I've fucked up the visitation he lives for).

Young neighbor Camryn made a few bucks today helping rearrange the garage a bit to make room for the car, learned how to use a hand truck, and took a message for the neighborhood grapevine-- "No valuables in these boxes of papers and pictures." He even took that pesky last big bag of trash to his family's bin, after stowing the two big heavy bags to fill mine. That leaves me just enough space for the kitchen trash tomorrow night, more than half of which Tyler left me.

I'm mostly using the scooter for local shopping, but it's great to know I can use that tiny, uncomfortable old car when I need to.

Newbie and I celebrated being ALIVE with a rarely-indulged Coke and Burger King feast-- radio blasting-- after a very short highway spin to let the car run a bit. (MOMMY! TRUCK!!!! WHERE MY CRATE!!!) I wonder-- does it have a name?


~S~