Most of this was written last night

Ken and I name the equipment that we use on a frequent basis. It was one of those quirky things we discovered we had in common when we first dating. When we bought our purple Cirrus in 2000, we called her “Grace”. The Le Baron had been “Sophia” but it was a bit exotic, bearing a French model name. Grace, though, was solid and ready for fun. We were both excited to be buying our first car together and it didn’t hurt that was also our first brand new, built just for us car, either. We’ve had to put a fair bit into it lately but it was Grace and how could we complain. We’d planned to get a new car when Reid went to school - daycare fees should go down then and it seemed to make sense. Alas, I took the car for service this morning and they said it needed brake work - more than I thought the car was probably worth. I hoped that I was wrong but wasn’t. Sigh. I called Ken and told him the news and suggested that maybe we needed a car sooner than later.

The little purple car that has taken us so many places is just too sick to continue. The car that took us to the hospital as a couple and brought us, with Reid, home as parents won’t be around much longer. How sad this makes me! I’m sitting at the car dealership waiting for them to do whatever happens behind the scenes - I suspect a lot of officious nothingness - while Ken has gone to get Reid from daycare. I suggested that we should do as much as possible as quickly as possible because Reid will be here soon but still I sit here.

Update:
Ken and Reid got to the car dealership before I made it into the business manager’s office. The salesperson had given me a Mountain Dew, though, and so Reid didn’t mind the delay. She ate some cucumbers that I hadn’t eaten at lunch and was very good as the wait when on. They offered crayons and colouring book for the office time and we got through the process with only one small complaint. Reid got squished when I was signing the paper work but her protest was certainly within the bounds of acceptable office noise levels.

So, we have a new car. We’ll miss our purple car, though.