Cheesecake popsicles, while not as exciting as coffee popsicles, are quite tasty and seem like an excellent way to solve my cream-cheese-doesn't-come-in-small-enough-sizes-for-my-taste problem.

It turns out that in addition to the axel, a bolt in the frame of the car was broken. Initially they said they had the part, but it turned out they didn't. In fact, they have to get the part from out of state, so it won't be fixed until Wednesday or Thursday. A loaner car is being arranged for me to pick up on Monday. Sigh...

Cass, Jess, Anne -- that is too much serious suck. I am so sorry.

Jesus.

Does anyone want to help me decide what kind of car to buy?

Does anyone have feels about VW Passat or Toyota prius?

Prius!

Mind, I have no reason beyond kneejerk Bay Area pro-hybrid snootiness for those feels, but at least I own them.

To distract from all the sadness, I present this morning's adventures in Learning To Read:

Matilda's reading is getting better and better, and she's also starting to suss out that a lot of the letters she sees don't actually spell words but are acronyms that stand for groups of words. She sounds out a lot of her words all on her own, and "Mama/Dadda, what does 'B-a-t-m-a-n' say?" is getting increasingly crowded out by things like "Mama/Dadda, what does 'I-n-c-dot' stand for?"

This morning was mostly full of L-t-d-dot and E-s-t-dot and t-m and so on, all of which we dutifully but unenthusiastically explained from the kitchen as we cooked and cleaned while she puttered in the living room, until she called out, "Mama? What does S-slash-M stand for?"

HOLY CRAP, I entered that living room at the speed of light, to find, thank all that's merciful, that she was looking at a box of small-to-medium overnight diapers.

That is a great story.

I was behind a purple Prius on the road yesterday and was struck by how pretty it was. That is the extent of my feels but they are, you now, positive.

Bummer about the car fix getting complicated, Sheryl. I hate when that happens, and it seems like it almost always does.

The TDI version of the VW vehicles get mileage that rivals the hybrid cars with a supply and build chain that is more environmentally friendly.

I believe there is a Passat TDI.

Whew. Finished up the electronics for four of the five remaining cigar box guitars for my older students. Waiting on permissions for the fifth.

My dad has always wanted a Passat. I don't know why.

So ... that's my answer.

(I still want a Beetle, personally.)

Ha! That's so awesome, JZ.