One small miracle down, several big ones to go. Okay, it wasn’t exactly a miracle in the larger sense of the word. But it was definitely the answer to a prayer.
My 25 yr old son, who has Asperger’s Syndrome, had been told by the Hyundai dealership that he needed over $2000 in work on his car. The wheel bearing was going to be about $500 and the part would have to be ordered. It would be at least a couple of weeks before it could be done. We decided that, since he doesn’t have emissions testing on his car this year, the computer can wait a bit. But we really had some concerns about the dealership based on past performance. My husband decided to go to a local mechanic for a “second opinion.”
He and my son went down to the local guy this morning. They checked it and agreed it needed the bearing. However, they located the part and gave my son as estimate for $275. Almost half price. “Okay, when can you get the part?” asked my husband. “Today. We can have it done by noon.” was the reply. Needless to say, my son agreed to that. I think he’s been nervous about the bearing because everyone told him it was a safety issue.
It was done in the time quoted for the price quoted. It was really an answer to prayer. Now we just have to deal with the health insurance issue. God really needs to step up to the plate for that one (sorry about the baseball reference, but the game is on in the same room as I’m working). I just have to trust, trust, … trust.
In spite of fibromyalgia issues this morning, I got myself together enough to go looking for a top to wear to the wedding we have in a couple of weeks. I guess I’ll look as good as an SFG (short, fat girl) can look. I hate dress up anyway. That’s probably at least 75% because I can’t just go shopping and find something that fits. I think I’d still prefer jeans. We also bought a new pillow for me – the old one wasn’t supporting my neck well enough anymore and neck support is crucial for me to keep the fibromyalgia at bay. Hopefully that will help some of these recent aches and pains.
I had put some things into the car for my mom. I figured we could stop by there after shopping and drop them off. I could listen for a while but need to get home to make dinner. Yes, I admit we had eaten while we were out shopping and I wasn’t really going to cook when I got home. But I always need an “escape strategy” when I call or visit my mom. Otherwise, I might as well just move back in with her. She hates it when company leaves. So she does everything she can to keep you there.
When we got there, the van they drive wasn’t in the driveway or garage. Not home? Well, at least one of them wasn’t home. I gave my husband the key to go in and drop off the stuff I had brought her. Her house has their business on the first floor and the living area on the second. Up a steep, long set of stairs. I wasn’t looking forward to that and when the van wasn’t there, I decided there was no need for me to waste …er, use, my energy getting up those stairs.
It took my husband a bit longer than I would have expected to run up and drop those things off. Just as I was about to guess that my mom was really home, he came out. Apparently my mom was out but my stepdad was there, napping on the couch. It seems they had gone to bingo at the casino last night and got back very late … or very early, depending on your point of view. He was exhausted.
Bingo is a touchy subject that I will save for another time. I guess my mom can’t be feeling too badly if she was out late at bingo, then went off gallivanting today. At least I got away with not having to listen for hours. That was a blessing on a day like this, with the fibromyalgia acting up.
Do you think that was the answer to prayer, too? Was it another small miracle?