Options

Today was a normal day. We picked up our 2000 Dodge from the dealership where it had eighteen hundred dollars worth of work done. Only to try and open the front passenger door and it did not open. I was angry at the time but now I can laugh. The best part was why it would not open . . . a loose bolt. The first thing I said when my husband got home, "even I can tighten a bolt." Yes, I said it. As I type this I am laughing. I am sure you are wondering why I titled this post 'Options.' Again today my crazy husband and I were talking about places we would like to live when he is out of Army. His "foreign" choice Hungary. That is correct I said Hungary. My choice, Ireland. I cannot pronounce half of the names of the cities and towns in either country. I am not sure we will ever live in a foreign country but it is funny to listen to us talk and dream about it. Karl also talked to the service guy at the dealership about how much the mechanics make at the dealership. He said starting pay was about twenty dollars per hour and they have one guy who has worked there for thirty years he makes forty dollars per hour. I think that is not all that bad, Karl agrees. My worry, Karl is not all that mechanically inclined. But that could change after some training. Anyway, I do not think in my life I have ever felt like I have had so many options open to me. We have nowhere we have to live. I think living away from family and my hometown has made me realize that I can. Look out, I could be moving to a town near you.