It's my birthday, today. I now have 68 years of wear. Got well wishes from a number of family and friends, mostly through Facebook. After an unusually pleasant conversation with my wife's niece, we decided to visit her for this Easter weekend. We had been contemplating visiting her but we were having trouble making a decision. We have been trying to help her out with her cars, housing and finances in general for a while. It has been emotionally draining for us since all our efforts have seemed to make little difference in her outlook. Anyway, she called to wish me a happy birthday and her voice was actually cheerful and after a a little conversation it was evident that her outlook was much improved since our last conversation. So, we hurriedly put together a couple of bags and left for Atlanta with a stopover at Pedro's South of the Border Tourist Trap for the night.
After checking in for our stay, we climbed back into the van to move around to our room. Well, the engine cranked well but absolutely refused to fire. I lifted the hood to look for the obvious but the obvious wasn't to be seen. I could not dig in too deep as I was dressed in a light green sweater and the brightest, whitest jeans you are ever likely to see. So I had the hotel security guy call a mechanic that was not far away. In only a couple of minutes a couple of guys with flatbed arrived to help two damsels in distress, (They addressed me as Ma'am, repeatedly.) and soon had the van loaded up. An hour or so later I called to find out what the prognosis was. It appears to be the fuel pump quit. Should have the van back before checkout time in the am. That seems to be promising. Not cheap but could have been a timing belt.
After getting settled into the room, my wife and I roamed around the tourist trap for a bit on our way to one of the restaurants on the property. While waiting for our meal to come out, my wife and I talked some about how to handle the communication situation with our daughter. We were at a loss to figure out what is the best approach. All that we could decide is that we didn't know how to best handle it. Having that conversation was an improvement. My wife has been sullen fir the last week. Then the best thing happened. Our daughter called! Instead of some ring tone my phone announces who it calling. So, I knew before I got the phone out who it was. Speak of the devil. The first words out of her mouth were a very cheerful, "Happy Birthday, Daddy." As we walked back to our room, I chatted with our daughter about my day and the present travel adventure, her day and a boy relationship dilemma she has currently (That last might just be a first.), some planning for a scheduled December cruise for the three of us, some health issues she and her mother have in common, she complained about me passing early gray hair on to her and her mother passing the health problems on to her, I joked that what I passed on to her is easily fixed with a couple of bottles, etc.. I repeated my thanks for her birthday wishes and we said our "I love you."s and I passed my phone over to my wife and they had a long pleasant conversation about some of the same and some other things. A most welcome turn of events. I am concerned that she may now be avoiding the elephant in the room, but I am going to take it. I'm happy right now.
Stevi