The past couple of weeks have been, to paraphrase an oft-worn Chinese saying (and to rip the title of a book from one of my favorite authors), Interesting Times. Not even a week after we get back the computer brain that controls our cars’ braking system decides to retire to Binary Heaven, leaving behind a silicate shell that is barely capable of stopping the vehicle. I took it in to the the dealership to get repaired; normally, I would have probably just went to the Firestone that is just down the street from us, but six years ago when we first bought our trusty Prius Carrie and I had decided to shell out for the extended warranty just in case something like this happened. Which it did. So I drove five harrowing miles (yes, hyperbole, I know :) ) into downtown so that the repairs would be covered.
More on that in a minute.
After dealing with the lack of a vehicle for a week, fate decided to reward us for our perseverance by giving Carrie a case of pneumonia. Fate, deciding that it wasn’t being generous enough, also decided to (a) have the insurance inspector drag his feet in getting out to look over our car, and (b) when he finally does decide to put in an appearance, insist on further diagnosis before rendering his judgement. I’m guessing that the three-word description of the problem that I had presented (Brakes. Don’t. Work.) did not offer enough clarity into my dilemma. But I digress. At least we got the insurance company to cover the cost of a rental vehicle for us on that Friday so that we would not have to go the entire weekend without a car. But then Monday rolls around, and, after reviewing the results of the further diagnosis, the inspector decides that, since he did not see all of the codes that would normally indicate ABS failure in the readout, our claim is not fully valid and is therefore denied, meaning that we would have to pay upwards of $3k for our car repair.
“There was a man in the land of Seattle who’s name was Charles….”
Again, hyperbole, yes, I know. I mean, throughout all of this, our friends have been pretty amazing, looking after the kids, taking them to preschool and bringing them home, helping out in cleaning our house, and bringing over entire meals. And, in the end, I ended up calling the insurance company directly, and after asking “So, what you are telling me is that if I drive this car off the lot it will be perfectly safe?” they pretty quickly agreed to cover the cost of the inspection, repair and rental car.
So – one down, one to go.
Carrie is still feeling sick. She’s in much better shape than she was this time last week, but she’s still a ways to go before she gets back to where she was. I’ve been trying to take the boys out during the weekends so that she can enjoy some quiet time. Yesterday, I took them out to see “How to train your dragon” at the Ark Lodge in Columbia City, and the four of us went to Tutta Bella for some pizza and flatbread (I splurged on a Comparisoda with a lemon twist); today, I took the kids to Alki and then out to Spuds.
And here I am, ending this weekend on a hopeful note, wishing that the next one will be even better :)