When it rains it pours

I made it home last night before the rain. That was a bonus. Had a great time hanging out with my youngest, she's got great reflexes. She was shaping her hamburger it dropped and with the dog Lucy standing as close as possible it could have been her second dinner, but my little girl managed to grab it out of mid air before Lucy could react. And out reaction timing a dog? That's mighty good stuff in my book. Nothing moves like a hungry dog going for food.

But then. Well, just before firing the grill pan up and preparing for the on time arrival of my wife and oldest home from dance, well the phone rings and my panics wife says "the car has been broken into and they stole my purse, can you cancel the cards..."

that set off a chain of phone calls to various places, not just credit cards but check book and all sorts of extra stuff. forms of id are gone now and have to be replaced. The car window was smashed but not just the window, the criminal pried the trim around the glass back all the way around the side of it totally destroying the trim molding on the door. Integral part of the door? I don't know. I haven't bothered to pull up the VW parts catalog and check yet.

And of course it was raining. And raining. And raining. POURING FREAKING RAIN.

Great.

Glass company won't do a quick install outside, but the damage also requires body work so that doesn't really matter.

Lost purse and contents are worth a not insignificant amount of money, but insignificant enough to claim and get reimbursed for their replacement.

Now that we are down to one car, having it sitting at an auto-body shop taken apart right now means, yeah we don't have a car. This just has been an amazingly challenging couple months. Always something new.

I debated about writing anything regarding it but, ultimately decided i'm not good at keeping my mouth shut and holding this stuff in. Misery loves company right? God damn miserable stretch over here.

On the good side of things I haven't missed a day on the bike this month yet. 24 days and counting. I might not ride home tonight or ride outside tomorrow but damn if i'm going to let this streak end.

Although wed nights are usually one of my most intense commutes home. 25 minutes of balls to the wall, all out, just to make it home in time for the big girls to head back to the city for dance.

Well now i play the waiting game for the Rental car pick up guys to come get me, here's to hoping everything works out.

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