…the battle was lost, or in our case; for want of a bolt, the van was lost.
I’m hoping it doesn’t reach that point, but there are major difficulties locating a replacement part for the van. The manufacturer of the van’s wheelchair modifications, Braun, sent the part earlier in the week. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit. They either forgot or didn’t realize (huh?) that they have changed the modifications over the years, and now the parts don’t fit the older models. The van is only nine years old; hardly a clunker.
Anyhoo, the garage is on a mission to find a replacement part, but no luck so far. On day eight of our forced confinement, we rented a car for a day, so I could take my computer in for repairs, and Becky and I could go shopping for a new fridge. Exciting stuff! It was exciting after looking at four walls and each other for over a week. The fridge took about fifteen minutes to locate, check on its availability, and arrange for delivery. It arrives tomorrow. Yeah! Becky and I spent this afternoon cleaning the broken one out. Open cat food without a week of refrigeration can take your eyelashes and eyebrows off. Phewww. I think I saw the yogurt breathing. It was an unhealthy shade of blue, and much too furry.
With the van repair time extended indefinitely, I’ve also arranged to borrow a van off Becky’s Dad. We haven’t quite figured out the logistics of getting it here from Guelph, and getting Becky’s Dad back to the same place. Small details.
I’m just happy to be sorting some things out. It was so hard to sit and wait for a week, not knowing what the outcome was going to be. Moving forwards or moving sideways, I don’t care as long as we are moving, and the general direction is not backwards.