So Saturday, Jim flew to Reno to play the guitar for a church service. Our old pastor is planting a new church there. I was scheduled to teach two knitting classes so my Aunt came to our house to watch the kids for me. I was running a little late so, instead of driving across town to the office, I headed to a nearby copy shop to print out my lesson plans. (OH, the joy of not having a printer at home. There are four or five printers at the office, but none at home. Go figure.)

So the street that the copy shop is on is a two way street for one block and then turns into a one way street heading south. So there’s this short section of street between where it’s two way and one way that you’re not supposed to turn north onto, but… yeah, I did it anyway. That exact moment is when my car decided to break. So here I am, in the middle of the street going the wrong way and my car won’t go. All I could think was, of all times for my car to break, it has to be when I’m BREAKING THE LAW.

So I hopped out and started trying to push it. Luckily two people also stopped their vehicles and helped me push it backwards. And luckily, I was only 6 blocks from my house. So I gathered up my very fab new knitting bag Joelene made me, my laptop, and my purse and started walking as fast as I could in heels. My aunt let me borrow her car and I arrived to my class on time. And because I’ve got the best computer evar (iBook G4) I was able to print to the printer at the yarn store.

Sunday, my dad came and helped me tow the car home, and determined that it was the transaxle that broke. Today, he and Jim are going to tow it to the shop to get it fixed.

On a side note, my classes went great. I just love being at the yarn store, where I have unlimited opportunity to fondle the yarn.