For the last 2 years, I feel I’ve spent more time waiting on tow trucks than I have on lesson planning. Thank goodness we have wonderful car insurance that offers us a free tow per incident instead of limiting us to a certain number per year because we’ve had incident after incident with our 2 cars!
We finally had to say goodbye to my favorite car I’ve ever owned in the beginning of the year. I loved my wagon! Bluey was 3 when we bought her. We had 9 wonderful years together and then 2 years of towing. The hubs and 2 friends even replaced the transmission in the wagon 4 years ago, she was that important and beloved to us. She was the only car in which B remembered riding. But we had to let her go. She was spending more time out of commission than in drivable condition, but it was still hard for me to let her go. *sniff, sniff*
Thankfully, my parents let us borrow one of their cars in the Spring because they had a houseguest who brought 2 cars of his own into their driveway. Well, that houseguest is still there since the necessary remodel of his home is taking longer than expected. But, thankfully, it’s allowed us to have 2 cars.
Except when Hagrid, the truck we own, is being towed. *sigh* He’s waiting outside for the tow truck to come get him. But what Hagrid does not know, is that he is being towed away for the last time. I’m done. I’m done with holding my breath every time I turn the key to start a car, wondering if our plans for the day will get cancelled or if I’ll get stuck somewhere and have to call my neighbor to come get us.
So, now we have 1 borrowed car from my parents, 3 bicycles and 6 feet. :o) And so begins the search for another used, cheap, reliable port-a-bomb for my family.
While we waited for the tow truck to arrive this morning, I asked B what he wanted for breakfast. “Pancakes!” was his response. *sigh* I really dislike making pancakes and vowed to never do it again once I found the Hootenanny recipe. So I told him I’d make Hootenanny, which made him start singing our Hootenanny song, and I went to the kitchen to mix it up.
Only there was a problem. There was no all-purpose flour in the pantry. I dug through the pantry and found only whole wheat flour, rye flour and bread flour. I went downstairs and searched the extra pantry shelves and found only self-rising flour. Crazy! Since it was in the low 40s and I was waiting on a tow truck, riding my bike to the store was not an option. Back to the pantries I went. I finally found all-purose flour hiding under egg noodles in the basement. Phew!
B gets overly attached to everything, so the Hootenanny cheered him up after saying goodbye to Hagrid.