Did your mother ever say to you, “if you don’t stop playing with your toy like that, it will break and you won’t have a toy anymore?” My mom said that to us all the time; followed up with “and I won’t be buying you a new one.”
Well, the grown-up version of that warning came true today when my car broke. A few months ago, I had a friend check out a new sound in my car and was told, “I’m not mechanic so I can’t be sure, but your water pump may be going bad.” He was right, my water pump broke today and my car overheated and stalled out on a stretch of road with no cell service. For those of you who have the priveledge of being able to drive everywhere with cell service, please take a moment to let this sink in.
I am a stranded female in the middle of nowhere without any contact to the outside world.
I was defeated, utterly defeated. And a bit overdramatic, I suppose. Eventually, I let the engine cool down a bit and I was on my way. I thought I was being smart by travelling to the nearest friend’s house instead of all the way home, but upon arrival I recieved a firm talking-to for driving it so far under such conditions. I could’ve completely destroyed my engine.
So I sit here tonight grateful for friends who love me enough to drop everything and drive me home, grateful for a job that allows me to walk to work, and incredibly grateful for the gifts of stories that keep this blog going. And semi-cheap repairs; it looks like a new pump will set me back about $40. I’ll have to walk to NAPA on Monday to get one, which will probably ensue an other “adventure” post. Keep your eyes peeled.