Well, fuck. This semester has been hellish for me, and I was very much looking forward to a festival this weekend. It's a burn, so not just an ordinary festival. Lots of friends. Happy community. A vibe I feel I fit in.
Daughter and her mother are in Canada with family... with the car I need... and it's dead. Possibly DEAD-dead (maybe it ran out of oil 100km back...). We won't know until tomorrow because Canadians take their holidays seriously and no mechanics are available today, but I am increasingly non-hopeful. Ugh.
Daughter and ex are okay (this is a very happy thing as baseline).
Of course missing the burn is not as bad as the financial hit (thank goodness it won't be a crisis... I think) of either needing thousands of $$ of repair work or even more for a new car, but the burn is the big disappointment now. It was my recharge, my reward for making it through the bullshit.
Perspective: I'm middle-class in the USA. I won't go broke if I have to buy another car (as long as it's used; no way could I afford one of those $50K new monstrosities). It will put a dent in my retirement plans and my daughter's college contributions, but nobody will die or starve or miss a mortgage payment. #Disappointment sucks but this isn't the worst ever.




