I had a dream.
Not the Martin Luther King kind.
More like the Stephen King kind.
I needed to get to work. My truck was waiting in the courtyard of my Mexican house. (Apparently, it was going to be a long commute,)
I hopped into the truck. Started it up. And lifted my foot to the accelerator.
Of course, it was still in its splint. (Whoever wrote the screenplay for the dream forgot to tell my right foot of the costume change.)
So, there I sat. Time was passing as quickly as calendar pages blowing in the wind. (You know the cliché.)
I did not bother finishing the dream. Why waste the brain waves? I am already living it.
If I had to rely solely on myself, I would be sitting at home waiting for work to come to me. Instead, I have some great friends who are willing to carry my sorry carcass to and from work.
But some day I will be rid of the splint and I will need my own transportation.
As you already know from my dream, my truck is still in Mexico. That part is true. If I am to get around, I will soon need to get a vehicle.
On Sunday I had lunch with my mother. We ran over some of my options. I need a replacement for my truck in Mexico. The transmission is eventually going to go. Repairing it will cost almost as much as the fair market value of the truck.
What I could do is drive the truck to the border and sell it there. I would then be free to take another tax-free vehicle to Mexico. Perhaps, the vehicle I will buy to get around Oregon the next few months.
At some point, this dream needs to have a driving ending.
I needed to get to work. My truck was waiting in the courtyard of my Mexican house. (Apparently, it was going to be a long commute,)
I hopped into the truck. Started it up. And lifted my foot to the accelerator.
Of course, it was still in its splint. (Whoever wrote the screenplay for the dream forgot to tell my right foot of the costume change.)
So, there I sat. Time was passing as quickly as calendar pages blowing in the wind. (You know the cliché.)
I did not bother finishing the dream. Why waste the brain waves? I am already living it.
If I had to rely solely on myself, I would be sitting at home waiting for work to come to me. Instead, I have some great friends who are willing to carry my sorry carcass to and from work.
But some day I will be rid of the splint and I will need my own transportation.
As you already know from my dream, my truck is still in Mexico. That part is true. If I am to get around, I will soon need to get a vehicle.
On Sunday I had lunch with my mother. We ran over some of my options. I need a replacement for my truck in Mexico. The transmission is eventually going to go. Repairing it will cost almost as much as the fair market value of the truck.
What I could do is drive the truck to the border and sell it there. I would then be free to take another tax-free vehicle to Mexico. Perhaps, the vehicle I will buy to get around Oregon the next few months.
At some point, this dream needs to have a driving ending.
