Its a bluegrass morning here, with a cold, heavy fog settling over the neighborhood. The kids and I have Old Crow Medicine Show, as our seed for Pandora, playing loudly throughout the house. Sometimes I just need the sound of a laughing banjo to get through the day.
Today doesn't seem quite so desperately lost as so many days have in the recent past. We've gone for weeks, maybe even months, with diminishing hope and increasing anxiety. But we've accepted that its better to just take a very low offer on the car and get away from the debt. If I steel myself, I can even say this is for the best and part of me can be relieved to not have a car. Of course, there is a part of me that really has enjoyed this vehicle and has taken great pride and joy in driving it. That part of me is pretty torn up at the thought of getting rid of this car, and accepting one more humbling experience. But when you are poor, it doesn't matter how much you put down on a car, or how much you have left to pay on it, all that matters is that payment that is due right now. Of course there is also the part of not having a car.
For better or for worse, we have one more decision made.
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