The Great Repair…oh how this seems to be lasting FOREVER. I have no idea what is going on, other than there are an amazing number of parts that have been removed from the engine and that nearly everything that had to be removed has finally been removed.
How long is this going to take?
The only good news I have heard is that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been and the engine appears to have been undamaged.
I’ll admit. That makes no sense to me, but there is a reason why I am not out there helping. I’m clueless. Worse yet, I don’t even care that I am clueless about the internal workings of a gasoline internal combustion engine. I regard trying to learn that stuff at this point as hopeless.
This is how I explain my car to anyone who wants to know.
I have a magic talisman (think key here) and magic potions (gasoline goes here) and I put the magic talisman into the right spot on the car and twist it,and it comes to life. Periodically, I have to go buy more magic potion from the magic potion store (gas station). On occasion, my magic car gets sick or runs out of magic, and at that point, a magician needs to see it and work on it to restore its magic. (Mechanic & repair shop)
That is my car.
I’m not a magician, and while GM isn’t either, he works well as a magician as long as I don’t ask him to wear the hat while he works on it. We also have a little help from friends & family, and their tools & help have been invaluable in achieving this much.
I just want that magic restored to our magic van. I hate being unable to go and do things as we need to, and having to beg for rides. I’m way too arrogant, I guess. But, all along, it has been as though our entire lives have been put on hold for this process, and as days go by and its still sitting in its temporary garage, I begin to feel more and more like it is going to take forever to restore the magic in that old van.
I asked today, how much longer it would be.
I was told a couple of weeks by one, and this was denied by GM. I hope GM is right. I have places to go and things to do and time is running through that hour glass in a whole new way. I guess I’ll volunteer to help. I can clean parts without having to know what I’m cleaning, right?
I could also throw myself onto the ground and sob in Sarah Bernhardt style.
I wonder which would work better?