Well, I've come full circle. I have my black truck back. It is the first vehicle that I ever owned brand new off the car lot. It was the one I got when I got married. Joey trashed it while he was here. It quit running two years ago. It has sat on the lot at Gibson Brothers for almost that long. While it was in their possession it was trashed pretty badly, including having something burned in the back of it, and someone took the knobs off of my stereo system but the stereo was still in tact. What blew my mind is that it was in tact with the recovery CD that Ellen Kelley made for me a few years back still in it. I don't believe in coincidence so I wonder what this means for me.

I'm waiting to see what else will turn up wrong with my truck. Every time Gibson gets it to work on it falls apart soon after I take it home. It's just a matter of time. Hate to be pesamistic. But it's the truth. I no longer have tags on it. I'll have to get tags before I drive around too much.

I'm being pulled in all directions. Mom is getting a little antsy about the assistive living situation. I have no control over the rate that people process paperwork. Yes, she is getting on my nerves and cramping my style but she is my mother and I feel responsible. I guess this is part of my amends to her. Financially I can't take another crisis on her part. Hopefully she will get placed somewhere soon.