I know that many of you have heard my complaints about Dan's truck (Which I inherited.) I swear that truck hated me. Some days it wouldn't start for me and lately it had taken to locking the doors unexpectedly, either locking me in or out. I had to get into the habit of carrying a spare set of keys. Well I have taken the next step forward. I have purchased a car.
My son-in-law Murray found this one for me. It's something that is more my size and I don't have to climb up into it. Plus it is much easier on fuel as well.
Somehow though I feel bad that I feel like I am inch by inch divesting myself of Dan. First the boat and now his truck. I feel like this every time I find something of his, that is of no use to me, and I have to dispose of it.
IT JUST BRINGS ON MORE SADNESS FOR ME.
