So, on Wednesday of this week I had to take my parents' Ford Windstar to the dealer in AF to fix a default with the speed control deactivation switch. A very noble reason for going, to be sure, since I don't want to be driving a fireball any time in the future (not that I will be driving the van), but I really had to get my nerve up to go because the car is not registered. The registration expired the last day of September and my parents don't want to get it renewed until they return from serving an LDS mission in Armenia in April 2011. I would have preferred to have just gotten the car registered, but it would have been a waste and I don't have the necessary paperwork to do it either. So, there I was driving cautiously and nervously on the back roads to the dealership only to discover that the whole process took a whopping ten minutes and was not worth the worry it had caused me since I received the recall notice in the mail a week before. Ugh! Still, I was glad to have it taken care of and particularly glad that I didn't lose my keys :). I felt a BIG sigh of relief about the whole affair. And while I am thinking about lost keys, I am still so so thankful to the person who did an ordinary (but, wonderfully ordinary to me) thing of turning my keys in after they fell out of my pocket while riding TRAX last week. No more stuffing my pockets full of game cards!
I am grateful for having enough motivation to complete a yucky task.
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