My car has regained lawn ornament status.
It died yesterday afternoon, thank God at the bank o' mailboxes up by the front of the trailer park. It was, to say the least, a hell of a surprise. I hadn't been having any trouble with the car, that day or at all last week or in recent memory. (Hey, it's 14-years-old. Trouble is to be expected.) So to get in and turn the key and have absolutely nothing happen was a bit of a surprise, to put it mildly.
The landlord helped me get the car home. We tried jumping it, and I was able to get back enough juice to roll up the windows. So it's probably just a dead battery. I jump-started my cousin Becky's car a couple of times in the recent past.
But when I have a problem like that I think alternator as well, as far as possibilities go. So while I was sitting there waiting for the landlord to come up from the back of the park to give the car a shove, I opened up the glove compartment to dig for the warranty for the repair work to the transmission and new alternator that was done about a year and a half ago. I didn't think it was there, but it gave me something to do.
It wasn't, but a lot of other crap was. Buddy Bucks, the current insurance card as well as a couple of old ones...the usual detritus.
I also pulled out a sheet of paper from a little Lisa Frank notebook that Bobbie had a couple or three years ago. I wasn't sure what it was, so I unfolded it. It was an address, a set of directions. With Rob's handwriting on it.
You'd think, more than a year after the divorce was final, that all his stuff would have been successfully sifted out of my stuff. And 99% of it has been. But there are odd things here and there. I recently made Linda a dress using a pillowcase he left behind. A black work sock or two lurks here and there. A book. I refuse to give back the photograph of the battle group he was once attached to; I rather like it.
That paper's the only thing I can think of with his handwriting on it. There's a time finding it would have hit me like a punch to the gut.
Not anymore. It's just a strange little thing to find, a reminder of a bygone era. One I'm rather glad to be past, to be honest.