Blessed With More Angels . . . Made It Through

The picture above is my new found angel, Amber from Al Meyer Ford. Amber is in a Non-traditional occupation (for women) as a Mechanic.

Early yesterday, the day of step-son Mark's funeral, she called that the Explorer was ready. That pretty much ran concurrent with the Overhead Garage Door people calling that they were on their way.

The only thing I actually had to do was fill the tank of the Ford Fusion rental car. By the way, that was a peppy car that was easy on the gas. Filled it up for under 14 dollars for the week. And, it has a super feature that makes it easy to fill the tank.

But, automotive-wise, the Ford Explorer is my favorite and after completing payment details, Amber brought it back to us. The picture above is Amber and me at the dining room table where we finalized all the details.

Then, Hubby and I were able to sit down to breakfast and I was off to another angel, my friend, Paula, at Bliss Hair Salon.

Paula came out, delighted to see the Explorer pull in and I actually napped while she did my hair. I should also tell you that Paula came in an hour earlier than my usual appointment.

Back home, I changed into my navy pantsuit which my neighbor, Ruby told me long ago is protocol for East Texas funerals.

I napped for eight minutes till the next ring of the doorbell which was our very special angel who doesn't want to be seen in print.

He drove us to Carroway Funeral Home so we were there nice and early.

Many of Mark's friends from old times came but also some people Mark had helped with their problems over the years were there. We were able to talk to each of them.

A lot of people made some beautiful food for after the service and people were able to mingle a while longer.

Once we were back, we were pretty much "finished".

Additionally, you did not hear but you sort of suspected that the garage door opener broke when I dropped it getting out of the Fusion earlier in the week.

Nor, have you heard that another Angel drove us to Livingston this week for Hubby's Retina check-up. He got a good one and we'll go back in about 2 weeks. His eye is healing while his heart is breaking . . .

On the way back, we stopped in at the Polk Pick It Up to hug Angel Dora and introduce her to Angel Sarah.

Our doorbell is still ringing. Yesterday, it was a Florida plant and today Buddy's best friend, David.

We have received cards and calls and hugs . . . there are more Angels out there than you ever knew.

More Angels . . .

When I catch my breath and can sit down again, I have more to tell you about. You cannot imagine how many people have helped us, including a great gal named Amber from Al Meyer Ford.

One Angel We Did Not Count On . . .

On Monday, June 11, Hubby's son, and my step-son, Mark Alan Sutton, suffered a fatal heart attack and went went up to be with his Mother, Jayne Sutton.

Today we will celebrate his life. Details are at

http://www.carrowayfuneralhome.com

Hubby's eye is on the mend and Blessings to all the other angels who continue to help us get through.

Ford Fusion In The Garage . . . Long Story Short: Angels Exist!

Ford Fusion, a photo by Crystal Clean Auto Detailing on Flickr.

So this brought us home today! I say, "Thank Goodness for Ford Fusion".

Backed our Ford Explorer out of the garage and took Hubby down to another town to have his first check up since his eye surgery last week.

I must tell you that I truly hate highway driving. So be it.

We got there early and the retina surgeon was able to see Hubby right away. His eye has not advanced quite as quickly as we might have hoped, but he is fine.

Started back up the road toward home. After a while, it was getting pretty hot in that car. Since Hubby cannot see too well, he could not tell what might be wrong from the dashboard commands.

Well, I kinda knew I should turn into the Polk Pick It Up Station when I saw smoke coming from under the hood.

It must have been pretty obvious as the car cut out halfway to the building because several people ran out of the store, one with a fire extinguisher in hand.

People were helping us out of the car and someone had the courage (or stupidity) to open the hood.

Well, not only do I not like highway driving, I really hate mechanical malfunction. All I know about that is does it run?

So, on my cell phone I have Al Meyer Ford and I dialed them to come and haul the Explorer back to their shop. Then I ask for the rental department. Yup . . . no loaners these days.

So I arrange for a Ford Fusion which scares me a little because I really like being up high in my Explorer.

Now, the Polk Pick It Up just happens to have an Angel as the Manager and she says she is driving into Lufkin to the supermarket, can she give us a lift?

New forever friend made.

And, Dora has already received a message on her Bluetooth that the Explorer has already been picked up.

So, Dora takes us to Al Meyer Ford where they are ready for us. They had called Jay Jackson Insurance to get our policy details.

She asks for my credit card and my drivers license. I am just about there . . .

"Your driver's licence is expired."

Oh, dear. I did not get a notice.

Dora drives us round the loop to the Motor License Office. We stand in line and are praying out loud as we see they have not yet taken me and there is only one minute left.

"Next!"

I ask and the clerk tells me that they only send out renewal notices randomly now.

Oh oh. I randomly have been driving with no license.

She takes a picture. She doesn't think it is good enough. She takes another and doesn't think I will like it. Do you want another? I say, "No" because my hair looks good and I have 25 minutes till Al Meyer closes.

Here I have to tell you that this licensing clerk gave me a full bottle of water. Richard Simmons: hear that?

Back to Al Meyer where I finishing signing my life away.

Dora and Hubby transfer things from the Explorer to the Fusion; we bid Dora the Angel "Goodbye" and we drive home. We did stop for barbecue take out (yes, Richard) and drove on home.

Buddy, the Lhasa hears the garage door go up and thinks to himself,

"That does not sound like my car but I think they are back."