I work part-time as a secretary in a mechanic shop, this we know.
What we don’t know is that this mechanic shop is exactly like something out of the movie, “Cars.” It’s just off I-40, plopped in the middle of a town that used to bustle with the traffic of Route 66.
I can’t tell you how many interesting people we meet who break down in the middle of nowhere (read: here).
Today I find myself in their shoes, figuratively.
Lots of things in my life are broken right now: my cars, my house, my body, my computer, my phone.
It’s a domino effect thing, really. My computer is crashing and burning slowly which means I can’t move my data from my phone to it which means my phone is FULL. No more room in the inn. No more pictures! No more Google backups! No more apps!
My wrist is slapped with every on-screen warning.
And it’s a real pity because I’ve been spending A LOT of time with my phone because I’m spending a lot of time with my recliner because my body has HAD it. I don’t know exactly WHAT it’s had, but The Good Doctors are passing me around, Hot Potato Style, trying to figure it out.
My car is slowly limping me to every appointment, faithful until the end.
And I’m just tired. Tired, tired. Tired because I’m sick. Tired because this has felt like the story of my life for the last few years.
I’m also grateful. Grateful for the help we’ve received. Grateful because God is very aware of my life, and I’m more aware of it when I’m in pain than any other time.
So let’s raise a glass to tourism -may I only be passing through!
And if I’m here to stay? Let’s toast to the amazing people who live in the middle of nowhere.
Our first fishing trip in over 2 years!