In the meantime, the two women fostering Rum and Jamaica, since January 24, returned them. They were supposed to tame them and return them, but then they ran into a lot of personal issues, couldn't get them back to me, but finally did.
The girls came back just half hour ago or so and have settled into the bathroom recently occupied by Chatty Katty. My friend in Vancouver is likely going to take them into a foster group she works with. I hope so. They're good!
|Rum's in the back, Jamaica up front.|
They are skittish but already purring. Now to find them homes.
Something good happened today. After that last repair, at that expensive shop, they had included about three pages of suggested repairs. One of those was replacing the rear brake shoes. They listed a price of $400. I knew I wouldn't go there to have it done. But the thought I was driving around with dangerous brake shoes, and could be a liability on the road to others, has played on my mind ever since. I don't want to be negligent. I'm very sensitive that way.
So I imagined scraping noises and all sorts of things and made an appointment at Schwab. I have been not buying much food, to save for the brake job, so much so in fact a friend the other day said "enough" and took me to the grocery store, said she was buying me groceries.
Imagine my shock and happiness, when the mechanic came out from the back at Les Schwab here in Albany today and said I don't need brake shoes, that they're fine and asked who told me I did. I told him and he rolled his eyes. I was in tears I was so happy. Also my faith was restored in the human race. They were not going to sell me a brake job I didn't need.
I'm so used to people using me and scamming, the tears flowed.