So as I was leaving for what's going to be my daily (M-F) trip to have radiation to some areas in my hips where the cancer was flaring up, the brake and battery light came on in my car. Googling shows that's usually the alternator. I spent $1,900 on that car less than two months ago. I made an appointment with the dealer for 8 a.m. tomorrow. Then my neighbor called. Her cat, which she's only had a month or so, died without warning. Her grandson stays with her when his mother is working, and he's there this weekend. They had both already become very fond of the cat, who was a playful Maine Coon cat mix only a few years old. She wanted to take the cat right away to the cremation place she had taken her elderly cat to several months ago, so asked if I could stay with her grandson. I'm going to take him with me to the car place.
I feel like the axis of misfortune.
Oh, Ginger. My condolences for your neighbor's kitty. And may the alternator not be hideously expensive.
I feel like the axis of misfortune.
No, you really aren't.
But I am sorry for all of the stress and the poor Maine Coon. I hope it's not the alternator or at least not expensive.
She was a very pretty cat. Googling tells me that some Main Coons inherit a heart condition that often kills in the first five years. It hit the grandson pretty hard.
Aw, Ginger. Sorry for the kitty and the stress and may the car repair be simple and cheap.
Oh, Ginger, what a pile of wretched. All my vibes to you, and your friend and her grandson. And if she trusts you to be with him, you're clearly not an axis of misfortune; you're a safe place.
It's the alternator. $800. *sob*
Oh Ginger, I'm so sorry.
So if anyone wants to comment on the link I posted to the debunked Obamacare Facebook post, I'd appreciate someone else gently telling my very sweet, very uneducated (she freely admits this) high school friend that the ACA is not, in fact, about people paying fines and Big Brother trying to take over the world.
