The car saga ended well, if a tad mysteriously.
Turns out that my key has a little chip like thing in it. That chip talks to the car. When the key is in the ignition, they evidently carry on this long conversation, in which the car repeatedly asks "are you MY key?" and the keep keeps confirming that yes, it is THIS car's key.
They had a communication problem the other day, and the key must have gotten tired of saying "Yes, I'm YOUR key." Either that, or the car couldn't hear it. Either way, the car didn't get the assurances about the key being it's very own key. So the car shut off.
According to the dealer, this is a fluke. A freak sort of thing. The two are speaking to each other well now, and the dealer assures me that it won't happen again. (What, they've got marriage counseling for keys and cars now?). I warned them that if this silliness occurs again we'd have to take more drastic measures, and they brought my car home to me.
Yep... they brought it to me. AND..... the fellow who did that helped me bring my empty garbage cans in from the curb.
Still lovin' my VW -- and my dealership in particular.
Meanwhile, life is staying VERY interesting chez Shadow.
I'm on a board of directors for a local not-for-profit - on the executive committee even (aren't we impressed? nahh...). They're having a bit of a crisis, and it meant that I suddenly had lots to do. This week that board was a bit like a full time job. It has kept me from doing a whole bunch of stuff that I needed to do. Some of those have deadlines, so I'm scrambling.
The good stuff about Friday's meetings...... when I got home, I got to see my magnolia tree looking like this
Actually, it looked even better -- but this morning there was a bit of rain and a lot of wind. Welcome to spring in the Heartland. See... wind:
The rest of the week also included interviews with three different Realtors. We're trying to choose one to sell the house that I don't want to leave. I have to tell you, walking through the house, pointing out the good things... is not making it easier to leave. And seeing it cleaner and cleaner and closer and closer to ready to list.... not making it easier either.
So far, we've gotten two recommendations on how much to list the house for -- they're REALLY far apart. So, I'm trying not to mourn the loss of a house I love, and I'm being seriously confused by the Realtors. It makes me cranky.
Tonight was much more fun.
We were going to make some cookies... and of course there's the egg dyeing exercise. I figured we could blow the eggs needed for the cookies, and then boil a few, and have plenty to dye.
Last year, I proposed that we blow eggs. The kids found it to bee an awful imposition -- gross, hard.. and overall unacceptable. I figured I could require each of them to blow one egg, and I'd blow a couple more and we'd have four eggs for the cookies. So this year, they said no way... I blew an egg, they said it was gross.... and then once they'd each blown one egg, they insisted on blowing more. We wound up with six before I put a stop to it.
Here are five of them.
There's even a bit of knitting going on... but not enough to show you pictures of.
Tomorrow -- we'll hunt eggs in the morning, and celebrate Bookworm's birthday in the evening. Now THAT will be fun.