Last night I went down to see Weston for the first time. I have to say he’s a beautiful baby; and I don’t think that’s the great-grandma talking. When he’s a little older, I’ll get some pictures and prove it. Right now, it seems best to keep visits few and short while Andrew and Ciera get this parenting thing sorted out.
It’s been another busy morning. I went to the grocery store first of all; and when that was done, Billy called Hudson Automotive and we took my Beetle in to be looked at.
At first they didn’t want anything to do with it. It seems they’d just done the same job on an ’07 Beetle convertible, and it was a mechanic’s vision of hell. It cost the unlucky owner $1100, too. They decided that my ’01 non-convertible wouldn’t be that bad, though, and kept it there.
I thought it must be just the early models of New Beetle that had repeated problems with the window mechanism, but apparently not. There was the ’07, and I just heard about a brand new one that did the same thing. The mechanism fails, the window sighs down into the door, and refuses to come up. This will be — I think — the third replacement on ours. I guess that’s not too bad for a thirteen-year old car. It’s had no other problems, except for that squirrel chewing through the transmission wiring, and that was hardly its fault. Otherwise, it’s a great little car. You’d think, though, that they would have been able to fix the problem by now.
We got home, carless, to find Sarah and Bella in the arena. Sarah didn’t even bother to round pen her this time — just got on and rode off. It’s been a couple of weeks since she’s been worked, too. If things keep on going this way, Bella’s going to be a great little horse.
And they look so cute together.
Let’s see — in four years, Bella ought to be plenty broke enough for Weston . . .