Dad is finally home. It's good to have him back though Mum has been a basket case all night due to exhaustion. Now nearly 1 AM, and I can sit down and relax before bed.
We killed two birds with one stone today. Dad shouldn't be driving anymore and neither BH and I find his old Mercury Sable comfortable to ride in (or drive). It's a good little car but it's not very accessibly for people with disabilities or limited mobility.
We stopped at the dealership on Friday. The initial plan was to trade it in for a Town and Country minivan. The problem was not only the cost (compared to the vehicle's age) but also us footing three car payments (truck, Caliber, and newest car). Team Automotive came to the rescue once more.
Our salesman, Frank, didn't like the fact that we were paying on a lemon (Caliber), and didn't want to saddle us with future problems found in most used cars. He worked with the finance team and his manager, and called us on Saturday to let us …
Today we celebrate Independence Day, which has its roots in the American revolutionary war. It was a push for freedom and democracy - the desire to be independent from Great Britain - that allowed our nation to thrive.
"Push". It's an odd-sounding word with so many interpretations.
You can push something or someone away, such as bodyguards pushing paparazzi from a star. You can push yourself away from something, like a reporter pushing off the wall move forward again. You can push forward, and in fact push or shove the bodyguard to the ground. And, of course, that bodyguard might be pushing his age thus he snaps his hip when he hits the pavement. You might want to push some narcotics on him at that point - or pray you haven't pushed the other bodyguards to emotional breaking point. In their frustration, they might push for the police to arrest your sorry ass, and that's when you'd be pushing your luck.