Hi guys. I admit I've been a bit absent lately. Some weeks I have more time for blogging, and this was not one of them. I am currently in a bit of a project hiatus—except for a free set of bunk beds that I found on the curb of a local McMansion. Aside from the prospect of painting them, I've been pretty content with house stuff lately, and haven't felt too much need to delve into anything... It's a good thing, too, because we've been busy with other things.
Yesterday, for example, I joined the happy throng of minivan drivers. I am certainly not one who has dreamt of this day, but now that the day has come, I am totally thrilled. And super grateful. We bought the van from our friends who just moved to Japan as missionaries. More on their story here. We will miss them so much, but are so grateful that they gave us first dibs on their ride.
So now after two visits to the DMV—one of them including two small & hungry children—I am happy to say that the van buying saga has come to a close. I have successfully titled and registered the van. I can't stop pushing the button that makes the doors open and close. It's seriously addictive, and I hope I never get used to the novelty of it. I feel like I'm operating a spaceship.
Don't get me wrong, I am still in love with our Matrix. I could go on and on about how much I Iove that car. But the good news is that Pete gets to drive it now, and that makes me glad. For the past four years he has had to fold up all 77 inches of his musical self into a tiny Corolla with no sound system. He will have a better time now.
Having the van gives me a real sense of relief. I can actually give rides to friends and family without making them lose weight. I can haul furniture home from the thrift store without endangering my life. And it makes me happy to think that we won't have to worry about a looming vehicle decision if some more little rascals happen to come along in the next couple years. You know, just sayin'...
Hope you all have a great weekend!