Cars, writing, and the Universe

I am self-employed. The economy has been really tough lately, and I have trimmed expenses to the bone in order to keep my employees working.

I have also taken really good care of my old work truck. I park it when the veggie season ends and drive all winter an even older Blazer. It squeeks and creaks and thumps as I drive. The passenger seat belt doesn't work. The doors are so rusty, you can see out when you sit inside. I just replaced its cracked windshield, after a warning from the highway patrol. (It's too old to qualify for insurance glass coverage.)

I'd expected to nurse it through another winter, but several weeks ago, I accepted the reality of really needing a different car. I sent out a prayer to the Universe. A decent car at a do-able price.
Note: I hate hate hate shopping for used cars.

Yesterday, one of my daughter's high school friends posted on her Facebook page that she had ordered a new car. The dealership would not take her old car in trade, so she needed to sell it herself. Any takers?

My daughter arrived home recently for a healing month away from New York City. She came upstairs and asked me if I was interested in test driving her friend's car. (She knew I needed one. She didn't know I was ready.) Feeling the flow of Universal goodness, I said yes.

I drove the car today and agreed to her asking price, which was exactly what the Blue Book quoted. It has new tires. She's getting the oil and windshield wipers changed. Wants to vacuum it. Called again to say the heater/AC fan doesn't blow much on settings 1 and 2.

I'll need to get a loan from the bank, but I feel good about doing that. Sales will keep going up. I'll afford it.

And I won't have to be embarrassed when I drive through town any more.

p.s. I expect the same Universal flow of goodness when I send out my WIP. It will be time, and all will be well.