What I could not do for myself

I’m still fuzzy on the details.  I remember getting up the next morning and talking to my sponsor and talking to my dad. I remember dad saying to find the right car and between the two of us we’d fiind a way to get it financed. I remember heading back to the dealership where I was so frustrated originally because I had settled on that particular car, and as I drove by the local Hyundai dealer thinking that it couldn’t hurt to stop in.  And I remember being there 5 hours test driving different cars, making lowball offers, talking to the sales manager and telling him I had clear, specific criteria for a vehicle.  And I remember fiinding this one, which was a lot more car than I planned on, but it was from the current model year and it had less than 5000 miles on it and it was less than edmunds.com said it should be and it was way more highly rated than the vehicle I planned on.

And I said, “That’s the one.”

And I said I needed to secure the financing.

And they said OK.

And they asked me for a check which they wouldn’t put through for a week and they handed me the keys.

What the hell were they thinking?  What the hell was I thinking?

I have three more days. Six if I consider that the money doesn’t really have to make it to the bank by Monday. Dad assures me that we’ll make sure one way or another that I can finance the car.  I guess I’ll try my bank, but I’m not hopeful - even with a co-signer. It’s not that I can’t afford what the payments will be, but if history is the best predictor of the future . . .

I’m not the same person now.  History shouldn’t repeat itself. I’m on a different basis; one of trusting an infinite, loving God, rather than my finite self.

It was below freezing this morning when I went to work.  I can’t imagine how horrible that would be on a scooter.

I’m paying the extra $25 for a vanity plate.  It’s not original.  I saw it in the movie LA Story.

My license plate number is  IOAA