Hello. Hello. Here I am again this week. Back with a thankful post, I did not feel like writing. My oldest child (18) surprised me with an old car he bought a few days ago--a Dodge Stratus 2003, sedan, with a sportsy look. Never mind the paint that needs to be redone. That is just cosmetics. But the windshield has cracks in two spots. In addition, the front tires are bald, and the first time he introduced it to me, it did not even start. "Oh, I must have left a light on." Maybe. The car is operable again but I am still nervous. He was supposed to work today at 4 pm, I thought. At 3:45 pm, I got hold of him. He was about to drive from a park to home. He said he'd go home to change his shoes before work. Half an hour later, I could not concentrate. My head is hurting and I was almost certain he got into some kind of trouble. He came home for a couple minutes. He seemed OK . He works at 4:30 pm, he said. I wished he would have told me earlier. Communication. W
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