I guess I could spare you a few more details

[eleneariel]

It's been exceptionally stormy of late, and early this morning another line of storms came through. The wind woke me up at 5:30 and I knew rain wasn't far behind, so I got up and went about closing all the windows. In the process, I ran straight into the fireproof pad that our woodstove sits on, a brick-like object about an inch and a half higher than the carpet, and there, my friends, is where I broke my little toe. It hurt a LOT but I heroicly went on and closed the rest of the windows. Then I limped to my mother's room.

"Hey mom? I think I just broke my toe."

"Ughhh. Wha?"

"My toe. It's broken. It hurts a LOT."

"I'm sorry, dear. Go back to sleep."

So I lay back in bed for another hour, in PAIN and AGONY, and when we get up she looks at it (swollen and black and blue) and pronounces that yep, it must be really broken. I limp dramatically as proof.

At 9:00 I picked up the soon-to-be-mine car and took it to my mechanic, who gave it rave reviews except for one vacuum hose that had slipped off. Back to the dealer, he takes it to his mechanic to fix the hose, I sit around and wait, he comes back, I sign fifty different things, he goes to the bank to fetch the title, I sign some more things, I write a check, and behold, I own the car, 100% free and clear and just barely make it to work by noon.

It's a God-thing, let me tell you. It's has insanely low miles, only one previous owner, and is absolutely beautiful. The radio tells me the title and artist of the songs that play. It's so roomy for a small car! I feel quite certain God wanted me to have this one, because the dealer bought it especially for a young girl, for her first car -- and she didn't buy it even though it was perfect because it wasn't red. Then another person tried to buy it, but their credit was bad and they couldn't get a loan. While I was sitting there in the office today, two more people called wanting to buy it, and a third couple stopped by in person. I felt so bad taking it away from all these other people who wanted it, and then again, I didn't feel the least bit bad. :)

As for the name -- My previous car was the Teddy Roosevelt, and a couple weeks ago, as I prepared to start shopping for a new one, I was thinking of good names and the very first thing that popped into my head was Sir Galahad. I couldn't figure out why; it's not like Galahad is one of my favorite characters or anything. No other names seemed to stick with me, however, and now I see why -- Galahad with his golden hair is a perfect name for this car. :)

 

Let's be clear -- if a broken toe is -800 points, a new car is +405,639,209,236,166,543.

 

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel:
They reel, they roll in clanging lists,
And when the tide of combat stands,
Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies' hands. ...

.... So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;
By bridge and ford, by park and pale,
All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I find the holy Grail.

Lord Tennyson

Comments

[my-everafter.livejournal.com]

Okay- that's all well and good, but what about your trip to the hospital? I thought you mentioned a hospital? Maybe I'm just dreaming. I'm sorry about your toe!

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

No hospical visit, thankfully. :) I felt like it at about 5:35 this morning, though. :P

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Ha! The pain is affecting my brain, obviously, as I can no longer spell!