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out with the old

One very small complication has made the past few weeks even more hectic than they otherwise would have been. Our oldest car - a 1997 (maybe 1996?) Saturn - finally did what it had been threatening to do for the last two months, which was to become more or less undriveable by anyone who values his or her life.

The car's heart was still good. The engine worked. The AC ran cold. But what the car didn't want to do was stop, a fact I discovered while trying to drive the Boy home from a playdate. We're all fine. No harm done. Just a wee bit more excitement than I wanted on a Sunday. 

The Saturn could have been fixed, sure. But we'd been steadily throwing hundreds of dollars at it every couple of months and had had enough. The plan was always to buy a new (to us) vehicle once the Boy started kindergarten and we didn't have to pay for day care anymore. The Saturn gave up a few weeks shy of that goal, yes, but it wasn't worth the effort to have it fixed, even though figuring out logistics with one set of wheels was a challenge at times. A very First World challenge, granted.

And so on Monday, we said good-bye. The Saturn is dead; long live the Saturn. 

Now I have a new four-wheeled companion.


It's a 2007 Kia Sportage* with 4 wheel drive, which was my only real requirement because I am heartily sick of getting stuck in piddly snowdrifts that the Subarus can drive out of. It is noteworthy in virtually no other way, other than the fact that it's new (to us) and I loves it. 

In other news of newness, very soon www.adriennemartini.com will be live. The blog will remain, of course, but there will be some content shifting from here to there during the next few weeks. Let me know what you'd like to see or if it crashes your browser or whatever.

And because I haven't posted a picture of a cat lately, McGregor in his new favorite sleeping location and position:




* I refer to it as the "Sport-aahhhhshe" rather than the "Sport-ij" because my Frenchified pronunciation makes the Husband snicker. And I'm all about making him snicker.


Eww, the McGregor.

I have a cat who sleeps in that very same position. I thought she was the only one in the world.

It's sad when a car's heart is still good but you know you have to give it up. I had to give up my beloved 1992 Subaru Loyale a few years back because, though it ran fabulously, it was rusting apart around me. *Sigh* It was replaced with a 2000 Subaru Forester. Love me some 4 wheel drive. Wouldn't want to go through a WI winter without it.

I'm happy to hear that McGregor isn't the only cat who sleeps like this. I, too, thought he was the only one in the world.

And, yeah, sad to let the Saturn go but its time had come.

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