As badly as I have been beat down by life these last few weeks I've made some pretty impressive strides towards the future. Well, in terms of my car at least. For those of you who may not remember or missed my previous blogs I own a 1989 Pontiac Firebird.
I named her Jean Grey after the comic character and she is and always was a resto project. I've got $5,000 in her so far but that includes a lot of brand new stuff. By the time I'm done yeah I'll probably dump $10,000 in her but she'll be a really good running car. Despite all the work I've done on her so far though she's not ready for prime time. She's got a lot of problems that I once had a year to fix, maybe even longer. With the death of my wife's car, however, I have no choice but to get a year's worth of work done RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Amazingly enough though, I've gotten a lot of it done. The brakes are redone almost totally, the u-joints and drive shaft were just replaced/rebuilt and I've got a brand new radiator and hose waiting for me to drop them in. That's a ridiculous amount of progress and if you don't mind me tooting my own horn I'm really proud that I was able to get it all done in one month. I won't lie to you though, I'm worn down. I'm beat the fuck up. I'm running a fever, I'm constantly sore, I'm always cold from being trapped in the nearly non-stop rain day after day but I did it. And I'm done.
Or I would be if it wasn't for the fucking holidays.
Seriously, I can't take it anymore. I had to call in sick again to work because of all this shit. I'm loosing money, spending money, struggling to fit what I need to do in what little free time I have available in and around already existing family obligations. To add the holidays on top of all that is more than I can handle. When Jan. 1st rolls around I'll be really grateful.