Two cars, three people, four good arms
Three weeks later she was hit by a driver coming out of an alley, and we've been back to two cars.
It should all be paid for by the at fault driver's insurance, but she's been not aggressive at following up on everyone. Maybe she will get it back by the end of the week.
Actually, we're down to one car, the Forester started acting up Monday and is in the shop. It might be the voltage regulator, might be gremlins.
It sucks to be a one car family.
Sometime in October twenty_three_year_old fell on her wrist, and it was painful for a long time. Here's a Life Hack, go to an Urgent Care while the local football team is playing, no lines.
The XRays were inconclusive, so she was in and out of casts for a long time. She can drive, but had trouble doing things that required two good arms, like cleaning litter boxes.
Did I mention we have a new kitten? On a walk in September we saw something between the sidewalk and street that looked like roadkill. Mrs. Ha got closer, and it meowed! It was a black and white kitten under two pounds.
Now she's up to four pounds. The older long haired female seems to enjoy her company, even.
My youngest sister in law decided to celebrate her 50th in New Orleans in early November. We were invited, but we couldn't go. Her daughter went of course, but they needed someone to watch her granddaughter, so the sister in law asked Mrs. Ha, and Mrs. Ha said she needed twenty_three_year_old's help.
It was a fiasco. They brought her here one night, because twenty_three_year_old had swim lessons she had to teach. She likes to get up early, one morning I left our bedroom at 7:10 to start my day, and she was standing there, ready to go. I had to work and babysit simultaneously, until other people got up.
Her apartment back in Buffalo had no heat, and abusive neighbors. When they were ready to hand her off on Saturday to a brother in law at the youngest sister's house, the youngest sister got snippy in the phone. She might have been hungover.
Anyhow, Mrs. Ha took that as a sign to leave quickly, and rather than figure out their security keypad, she hit the garage door button and tried to Indiana Jones it. Mrs. Ha got out, but had trouble stopping, as duck boots aren't made for running. She ended up using the driveway to stop, by landing on her left arm.
Many hours and an Urgent Care and Erie County Medical Center later, she was diagnosed with a broken and chipped bone in her left hand.
It's scary to realize just how much you need both hands. even if the cast leaves the fingertips free, it's hard to open jars and cans. It's hard to pour wine. You can't knit, it's hard to buckle a seat belt when you're riding shotgun.
She did get disability, for about half of what she was bringing in. The slide to poverty continues.
To summarize, for most of November we've been back to two cars, and I have had to act as nursemaid a lot, while still working full time and dealing with leaves and snow and cats.
On the positive side, eighteen_year_old loves college and has a tall (6' 3") boyfriend from New Orleans.
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