I was hanging back around here not wanting to tax myself too much today. It was Friday, and the noon luncheon was on up at the activity center. I didn’t look to see what the soup was so as not to tempt myself into straining my back.
And I was doing a good job of resting for recovery, until it got to be around 5 PM. That is when I got a wild hair to go back out to the Toyota dealer and look at the gun metal gray Camary that I had spotted two days ago.
Ridding in the truck out there hurt the bad spot like crazy. Loyce drove, as she is doing much better than I am. But still the truck feels every indentation in the road. Ouch!
Well one thing led to another, and we made what we thought was a good deal, and we now own the Camary. It is brand new. I said I wasn’t ever going to buy another new car since we had such an education in used ones this past summer. So, I lied!
We do not know how the insurance will settle out on the Corolla, and should they not total the car we will be in biggggggggggg trouble. So I might have over stepped. But there is no way that the Corolla could be fixed by the time we want to go home, and I really do not want that car back anyway. Not as a wrecked rebuild.
So now I am sitting here with a badly overtaxed sore back, from not staying put and resting like I should. I guess I never did learn to color between the lines.
Retired Rod