Archive for March 5th, 2014

March 5, 2014

This is what it feels like to hit the wall…

by Janie Jones

I cried this morning because I realized I no longer had the key to the Jeep on my key chain.

That’s right.  I was crying because I realized I didn’t have the key for the Jeep, the Jeep that has lain derelict in our drive way for the last month, slowly but irrevocably becoming a glacial body under a mountain of snow and dog pee because the engine died.  The Jeep I lament every morning this cruel, harsh winter when I’ve had to climb into the shitty Buick that has no heat on the floor, that has bald crappy tires, and sits so low that I, the stumpy midget I am, can’t see over the dashboard without a pile of cushions under my ass.

I’m pretty sure we never got the key back from the garage when they kindly brought the Jeep back to our driveway, being towed by the owner’s pick-up, to wait until a miracle occurs and we suddenly have $4000 to put in a whole new motor, or we accept fate and start selling off the still good parts.  Like the brand new, $600 tires that we went into hock to buy and drove on for maybe two whole months.

Libby was her name.  And though Leif has said we will try to find a way to get her running again, I’ve lost her key.

I’m so tired of fighting everything all the time just to eek by.  I’m nearly as big a wreck as Libby.  I feel like my engine is about to blow, the warning signs are all around me.  But I have no other engine, and have no time or money to get this one repaired.  That makes me feel even worse.

So, I’m crying over losing a key to a car that doesn’t run.