What an evening.

We sold Dan’s car.  As in, people gave us money in exchange for his car.  (The hubs was a mechanic and we were totally honest about its issues, so we don’t feel guilty.  Because, listen.  Dan’s car dies.  A lot.  Like, you’ll be driving down the road and it’ll stop running.  Or as my friend said last night, “You know how the point of a car is to get you from point A to point B?  That doesn’t always happen dependably with this one.”)

So anyway.  Down to one car.

I had agreed to sub an afternoon class today from 4:00 – 4:45.  Well, turns out, that’s when Zumba is.  My class was to be from 4:45 – 5:30.  This is a problem.  Because Dan has a class at 5:30 across town.  So we were in a pickle.  (Dan loves when I do stuff like this.)

Anyway, we decided he should take the car and we’d get a ride home after the second class I was to teach, since his class doesn’t get out until after the boys’ bedtime. 

So into the gym we traipse with two car seats and one boy dressed as a Ninja and the other a cross between Spiderman and Iron Man – and both carrying swords.  (Because a huge church in town had a massive garage sale today…the boys love garage sales because Mommy actually says yes to buying stuff.  Because it’s fifty cents.) 

I do my thing and then remember we have no ride home.  So I call my good friend to rescue us because she has a van that can fit us all.  She’s out picking up dinner so she swings by.  On the way to drop her dinner at her house, my oldest goes, “Mommy, do you have the garage door opener?”

Dang.

We can’t get into the house without it cause all the screen doors are locked from the inside.  So we drop friend off so she can eat dinner with her family and borrow her van to head across town to find our parked car with the garage door opener.  As we pull off, I see another friend walking.  I do a U-turn in the street (in the middle of which my son asks, “Mommy, do you know how to drive a van?”) to talk her into joining us on the cross-town ride.

This friend acts like this happens everyday, hops in and off we go.  Good chatting and laughing.

We finally retrieve the garage door opener and head back to the first friend’s house.  Second friend thanks us for the interesting evening.  First friend hops back in the van to drive us across town the other way to take us home.

And in the middle of all this, first friend is preparing to go out of town tomorrow morning!

I love our community.