This past weekend was taxing, trying. It all begins with Friday.......not necessarily a Good Friday.

So Scott was going to pick up Kate after his chaplaincy work at the Lowman Home, but first he has to go to the seminary to pick up forms that were signed that he needs to apply for his Methodist scholarships of which the deadline has passed because the ONE woman who can sign them is never there, and of course, they were not left for him to pick up, despite a call that they were. After that, he heads to the Richland County Public Library (RCPL) downtown to drop off a book.....goes in, drops it off, comes back out, and The Mimi's car is dead. The Mimi -- is my mom. It's Kate's name for her, dropping the The.

I'm almost home when he calls me....I turn around, get Kate, and go to Scott. We try desperately to jump the car off, but no luck. That evening, Kate and I have a Bat Program at 8 pm at Sesqui Park that we had really been looking forward to attending.....we begin to strategize in the car: go to Chickfila to grab supper, head home, and see if we can call the tow truck in the morning. Go to the Bat Program. Get home, and I ask Mom about calling the tow truck in the morning (while I'm eating like the wind, and trying to get Kate to do the same....) and she agrees, and even says that Abbotts Auto doesn't know her car is coming, and they're closed now, etc. I had already told her on the phone while in the car, we could not get her car started.

About 10 minutes later, she asks me if the car is in the driveway......and I'm like, "no Mom, I told you, we could not get it started, and I asked you if we could call the tow truck in the morning...." and she asks, "where is my car?" I had already explained: IT'S AT THE LIBRARY DOWNTOWN, and all of the situation, more than once....so, it is decided that we call the tow truck that night because Mom is afraid someone downtown will come and steal her tires, and I tell her that we'll skip the Bat Program. Mom doesn't want Kate to miss the Bat Program, so Scott says we'll call the tow truck afterwards. Meanwhile: Scott is on call for Lowman Home, and in fine fashion, he is beeped, a patient is heading to Lexington and she's been on the decline and unresponsive. She could died. Not a far fetched thought at all. So, we live adventurously. Scott drops me and Kate off at Sesqui, and we hope he can pick us up, or else I would have to call someone for a ride home (I had already felt out a gal pal of mine about picking us up, who said, "should I stop drinking beer now?" And I say no, we'll only call if we're DESPERATE).

......we're at the Bat Program, and see two of Kate's pals from daycare, so I felt rather safe about having zero transportation. Ends up a colleague from campus, Linda, was there with her daughter as well. Kate struck out at the Bat Program, meaning, she acted up and wouldn't listen well, so three strikes, but overall, she did okay. I was probably a little too strong on the strikes, but she still did not get to wear her Hannah Montana shirt today (she can wear it each Monday).

So Linda and her daughter drive us to the front gate to wait for Scott after the program. Time: 9:30 pm. Scott picks us up. We're in the car, and he tries to call USAA towing, and because Mom has given him a card with her number on it that must be outdated, the policy number is wrong, and the woman gets ugly, and Scott hangs up.

Kate's thirsty. We head to Zaxby's, get drinks, and back in the car.......head to the library downtown. Always nice and sketchy there at night. While we were trying to jump his car off earlier, in broad daylight, a guy came by and rifled through the bushes, and pulled out a comforter and pillow, and walked off. Back to the car: we call again, actually, I CALL and get a nicer representative and a tow truck gets sent.....we hit Starbucks at Gervais, Kate is tired, and by the time the tow truck driver calls to say they're on their way, she's sound asleep. We head back to the RCPL, and wait for the truck. I make Scott back into a space so I can view anyone walking by. Here comes the guy with the comforter and pillow -- coming back to the bushes, but now we're parked right by his hiding place, so he's hesitant......but the tow truck comes, gets The Mimi's car towed, and as we pull out, the guy gets his pajamas out of the bushes. Okay, I don't know what he got out, but he obviously didn't feel safe with US around..... Home around 11 pm. Whew.